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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Thomas Dollbaum
Lead Vocals
Matt Seferian
Electric Guitar
Rick Steff
Keyboards
Kate Teague
Background Vocals
Atticus Lopez
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thomas Dollbaum
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thomas Dollbaum
Co-Producer
Bruce Watson
Co-Producer
Matt Seferian
Recording Engineer
Clay Jones
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Honey, I've been fine before, I'll be fine again.
I promise you.
I drank a lot before, I'll drink a lot again.
I promise you.
When you got back from New York last fall, you
could barely hold a conversation with me.
I had a long time lover in Dallas and you couldn't
stand her with me.
I heard you're getting married.
Congratulations.
Do you remember when...
We used to ride out far into the sky?
When the moon was some low country dog born
to die.
You used to say, no one trusts a cowboy,
nothing hurts more than their silence.
Loneliness rest easy on the mind
It's not hard if you, not hard if you try.
All I want is a chicken in the yard and your love
for Jesus Christ.
Back then you used to sing Aileen
You woke from the same dream.
Loneliness won't reach us out here,
Among the palm trees and the dying wind
I got to find something more than this languishing skin.
Come back to me, come back to me, come back to me it's alright.
I don't care, I don't care, I don't care.
Remember you were so young then I was so young too.
Your body blossomed to the most beautiful thing that I'd ever seen.
Matt's brother was in Iraq and we went down to the legion hall to get something to drink.
Back then you used to say,
No one trusts a cowboy, honey nothing hurts
more than their silence.
You'd say loneliness rests easy on the mind it's not hard if you try,
God only knows I've tried.
I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry things didn't turn out the way we planned.
Every once in a while I still think of us in our sins.
When you got back from New York last fall, you
could barely hold a conversation with me.
But do you remember when we used to ride out
far into the sky?
When the moon was some low country dog born to die.
You used to say,
No one trusts a cowboy, honey nothing hurts more than their silence.
You'd say loneliness rest easy on the mind.
Loneliness, it rests easy.
Hawks in the belfry with heavy eyes.
The moon was some low country dog born to die.
Written by: Thomas Dollbaum