Top Songs By Colt Ford
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Colt Ford
Performer
Brad Henderson
Electric Guitar
Dan "Five" Weller
Electric Guitar
Dann Huff
Electric Guitar
Gary Morse
Steel Guitar
Mike Hartnett
Acoustic Guitar
Paul Chapman
Bass
Rick Brothers
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Craig Wiseman
Songwriter
Jason Farris Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Billy Decker
Mixing Engineer
Brandon Schexnayder
Assistant Engineer
Justin Francis
Assistant Engineer
Michael Zuehsow
Overdub Engineer
Mike Hartnett
Producer
Nick "Ace" Lutz
Engineer
Noah Gordon
Producer
Shannon Houchins
Producer
Lyrics
I remember Sunday morning getting up when I's a kid,
Heading down towards that steeple, that's what folks back then did,
We'd sing all five uh thems from Amazing Grace,
Then daddy'd drop hard earned money in the offerin' plate.
After Sunday school it was Davis brother's chicken,
Tea was sweeter than molasses, funny how time passes.
Never knew back then how my life would be now,
How far I'd wander off that narrow road I went down.
What A Friend We Have In Jesus
Don't know where I'm going or where it's all gone,
Sometimes I feel like I sold my soul for a song.
I'm surrounded by all of these six string dreams,
Standing in the spot line and can't see a thing.
I'm sick and damn tired of all the hustlin' and schemin'
I'd give it all up to get back to even.
I'm looking around for something I can still believe in,
I'm dreaming of angels, but living with demons.
I think about my life now and what it used to be,
Now that I've seen behind the curtain, nothin's new to me.
I know some fallen angels tried to take me down
And I've got a few good time buddies, whiskey bent and hell bound.
Another sleepless night with a rock guitar,
It's screaming in my veins, 'bout to drive me insane.
But I woke up Sunday morning to the church's bells ringing
And somewhere in my heart there's still a choir singing.
What A Friend We Have In Jesus
Don't know where I'm going or where it's all gone,
Sometimes I feel like I sold my soul for a song.
I'm surrounded by all of these six string dreams,
Standing in the spot line and can't see a thing.
I'm sick and damn tired of all the hustlin' and schemin'
I'd give it all up to get back to even.
I'm looking around for something I can still believe in,
I'm dreaming of angels, but living with demons.
Hey, how you doing?
I know it's been a while.
I've been running crazy, and that ain't really no excuse, but
This whole world is running crazy,
People killing each other, fighting wars,
We forgot about You and a lot of places
And the truth is, we still really need You,
I really need You.
So I promise I won't stay away so long next time.
I'll be back sooner than later.
Thanks for always carrying me when I was too weak to walk.
Well, I gotta get out of here, but I'll talk to You again soon.
Thanks, God.
Written by: Colt Ford, Craig Wiseman