Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brandi Carlile
Vocals
Phil Hanseroth
Bass
Tim Hanseroth
Vocals
Tom Elmhirst
Programming
Shooter Jennings
Piano
Chris Powell
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandi Carlile
Songwriter
Phil Hanseroth
Songwriter
Tim Hanseroth
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Scatchell
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Brandon Bell
Engineer
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer
Tom Elmhirst
Mixing Engineer
Shooter Jennings
Producer
Dave Cobb
Producer
Phillip Smith
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
I wear my father's leather
On the inside of my skin
I'm a tried and weathered woman
But I won't be tried again
Don't think that you can come
For me without your Sunday best
You had better call your priest
And hope the devil gets the rest
Before I do
Oh, and I will do
I've worn the jester's bells
And I have vanished with the fools
I have worshiped at the altar of the
Puppet master's rule
I have held my tongue too many scenes
Before the final act
With my children in the cheap seats
And a zipper on my back
Thanks to you
No, thanks to you
Tethered in wide open spaces
In fields that lead for miles
Right into the barrel of a gun
Mendin' up your fences with my
Horses runnin' wild
Only broken horses know to run
Oh, I have ever so politely treaded softly for your praise
I have whispered through the tears
And pleaded sweetly to your face
It is time to spit you out
Like lukewarm water from my mouth
I will always taste the apathy
But I won't pass it down
Enough with you
You, you
Tethered in wide open spaces
In fields that lead for miles
Right into the barrel of a gun
Mendin' up your fences with my
Horses runnin' wild
Only broken horses know to run
Oh, I wear my father's leather
On the inside of my skin
I'm a tried and weathered woman
But I won't be tried again
Don't think that you can come
For me without your Sunday best
You had better call your priest
And hope the devil gets the rest
Before I do
Oh, and I will do
Tethered in wide open spaces
In fields that lead for miles
Right into the barrel of a gun
Mendin' up your fences with my
Horses runnin' wild
Only broken horses know to run
Writer(s): Brandi Marie Carlile, Timothy Jay Hanseroth, Phillip John Hanseroth
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