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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Wilcox
John Wilcox
Vocals
Thomas Currey
Thomas Currey
Vocals
Dean Maddox
Dean Maddox
Drums
Brodie Holifield
Brodie Holifield
Bass
Joseph Van Dine
Joseph Van Dine
Trombone
Andrew Rozsas
Andrew Rozsas
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Wilcox
John Wilcox
Songwriter
Thomas Currey
Thomas Currey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Wilcox
John Wilcox
Producer
Dean Maddox
Dean Maddox
Producer

Lyrics

Woke up with the right girl on my shoulder
Heaven knows it's been a long time
My skin's the same but my mind's a little older
Trying to see past all that red wine
It's getting old
Being cynical all the time
This leather soul
Don't treat me very kind
Fading away in my bedroom
Getting fevers I can't shake
Everyone's trying to be on their best behavior
I'm just trying to avoid the mistake
Of getting old
Being rational all the time
This leather soul
Don't treat me very kind
So pack it up
I've exhausted this whole town
Leave me with my diamonds and my gold
These boots are getting old
I should see a cobbler up the road
To see if he can fix my leather soul
Just take a little bit off the top now
Especially the parts that remind me of you
You're pretty damn good at pissing me off now
It's cause I let you know that it is easy to do
It's getting old
Being rational all the time
This leather soul
Don't treat me very kind
I see a new girl across the bar now
I win her over in no time
I can't tell if she's a love or a tease or something in between now
So right before the lips I ditch her to save a dime
It's getting old
Being cynical all the time
This leather soul
Don't treat me very kind
So pack it up
I've exhausted this whole town
Leave me with my diamonds and my gold
These boots are getting old
I should see a cobbler up the road
To see if he can fix my leather soul
To see if he can fix my leather soul
Written by: John Wilcox, Thomas Currey
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