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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wilderado
Wilderado
Performer
Chad Copelin
Chad Copelin
Bass Guitar
Maxim Helmerich
Maxim Helmerich
Lead Vocals
Tyler Wimpee
Tyler Wimpee
Electric Guitar
Justin Kila
Justin Kila
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chad Copelin
Chad Copelin
Songwriter
Maxim Helmerich
Maxim Helmerich
Songwriter
Maxim Rainer
Maxim Rainer
Songwriter
Tyler Wimpee
Tyler Wimpee
Songwriter
Justin Kila
Justin Kila
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chad Copelin
Chad Copelin
Producer
James McAlister
James McAlister
Producer

Lyrics

I ain't much of a talker Oh, but I get by Smoke my way to a better man Yeah, I'll be alright when I get high Come on over Step on in Well, I don't know you, darlin' But I sure could use a steady friend I wrote these words down Then I threw 'em away Why would I keep you here If I ain't got nothing to say? That's my problem, I know It's my mistake But let's skip over that And get on back to floatin' away I often wonder what I meant and what I do So I'm not sure what I would have to say to you And that's alright That's alright I'm not sure what I would have to say to you And that's alright And that's alright I'm not sure what I would have to say to you And that's alright And that's alright I'm not sure what I would have to say to you I wrote these words down then I threw 'em away
Writer(s): Chad Copelin, Justin Wayne Kila, Tyler Wimpee, Max Helmerich Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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