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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Red Shahan
Red Shahan
Vocals
Ben Hussey
Ben Hussey
Bass Guitar
Brook Wallace
Brook Wallace
Fiddle
Matthew Smith
Matthew Smith
Percussion
Ryan Tharp
Ryan Tharp
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Red Shahan
Red Shahan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Elijah Ford
Elijah Ford
Producer
Grant Jackson Wilborn
Grant Jackson Wilborn
Producer
Matthew Smith
Matthew Smith
Producer
Red Shahan
Red Shahan
Producer
Ryan Tharp
Ryan Tharp
Producer

Lyrics

Wherever I lay my head down tonight
Won't be as far as we wanna be
Make my way through June, July, and most of August
Bathing in a creek, no time to dry
Money's been coming in thin this year, oh well
No I ain't as young as I think I am anymore
I coulda done better this year, just got no draw
Pick your head up, twenty-six hours to St. Paul
It's a long way to fall
But it's the closest place to the heart
Fajitas on a homemade grill, ain't no better way
Whip out the guitars and sing them songs we love to play
Howlin' at the top of our lungs ain't a lullaby for sleep
It's the only way to keep from goin' insane from week-to-week
We sing ooh
Monday's already passed by and Tuesday's close behind
Pendleton whiskey empty, done lost my mind
Wake up in the middle of a field, still can't find little brother
Good Lordie, oh my, he went home with so-and-so's mother
It's a long way to fall
But it's the closest place to the heart
Broke down in the desert, wheels off we'll just leave it
No breaks for the weary, let's see how long we can stand it
'Cause it's a long way to fall
But it's the closest place
Yeah it's the closest place
Yeah it's the closest place to the heart
Wherever I lay my head down tonight
Won't be as far as we need to be
Written by: Red Shahan
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