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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
J.M. Clifford
J.M. Clifford
Acoustic Guitar
Ron Pope
Ron Pope
Background Vocals
Jeff Picker
Jeff Picker
Bass Guitar
Seth Taylor
Seth Taylor
Acoustic Guitar
Bronwyn Keith-Hynes
Bronwyn Keith-Hynes
Background Vocals
Jeff Partin
Jeff Partin
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ron Pope
Ron Pope
Songwriter
Michael Clifford
Michael Clifford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ron Pope
Ron Pope
Producer
Zach Berkman
Zach Berkman
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Hotel room in Phoenix, quarter to three
Sleep, she ain’t a lover that’ll come and cover me
So I breathe slow and close my eyes
Staring at a sunburnt sky
Feeling like an outlaw, out here on the run
Kicking up the dust and trying to have a little fun
Now I’m thirsty as hell and the well’s run dry
Underneath this sunburnt sky
Oh go easy on me darlin
Oh the only thing I need
Is to hear your voice in the morning
Talk to me. Talk to me.
Lord it’s Easter Sunday, can’t get out of bed
Heat out on the street well it could surely raise the dead
And I don’t know the reason why
I’m haunted by this sunburnt sky
And I don’t know the reason why
I’m haunted by this sunburnt sky
Written by: Michael Clifford, Ron Pope
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