Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Calum Scott
Vocals
Andrew Yeates
Piano
Ciara Ismail
Violin
Emma Fry
Violin
Jordan Bergmans
Viola
Rachel Robson
Viola
Amy Langley
Cello
Rachael Lander
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Greg Holden
Songwriter
Calum Scott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Yeates
Producer
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mixing Engineer
Matt Wolach
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Charlie Thomas
Recording Engineer
Randy Merrill
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
When I was younger
My daddy told me I would never
Never amount to nothing special
He'd come at me from every angle
He'd say, "You're the last thing I wanted, the last thing I need
How am I gonna answer when my friends tell me
My son was kissing boys in the street?
My son was kissing boys in the street"
He'd try to change me
Say I'm embarrassing my country
How could I do this to my family?
Do I wanna grow up being lonely?
He'd say, "We have worked for our money
We've put you in school
Is this how you repay us?
Do you think this is cool?
My son, stop kissing boys in the street
My son, stop kissing boys in the street"
Now that I'm older
My daddy's heart's a little warmer
But he still won't hug me like my brother
And he still won't kiss me like my mother
He'd say, "You're a part of this family, I made you myself
But the way that you act isn't good for your health
My son, stop kissing boys in the street
My son, stop kissing boys in the street"
My daddy's dying
But he's finally realized I'm not lying
We sit in silence, but we're smiling
Because for once, we are not fighting
He'd say, "There was no way of knowing 'cause all I was taught is
Men only love women, but now I'm not sure
My son, keep kissing boys in the street
My son, keep kissing boys in the street
And when I'm gone, keep kissing boys in the street"
Writer(s): Greg Holden
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