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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gregory Alan Isakov
Lead Vocals
Andrew Berlin
Drums
Ilan Isakov
Wurlitzer Piano
Jeb Bows
Violin
John Paul Grigsby
Upright Bass
Max Barcelow
Drums
Philip Parker
Cello
Rachel Sliker
Viola
Steve Varney
Banjo
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gregory Alan Isakov
Songwriter
Ilan Isakov
String Arranger
Rachel Sliker
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Berlin
Engineer
Gregory Alan Isakov
Producer
Tucker Martine
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Oh, my drunken Southern star
How you tried to hide in darkness
Slipped from orbit
Now you're dangerously close, oh, oh
Come out, come out
From all your hidin' out
We'll dig in our heels, salute the battlefields
Where are our broken hearts were born, oh
And the storm clouds are thirsty
I can see 'em burstin', watch 'em gatherin' light
And the walls in the bedroom now are poundin' out
Were we broken open, baby? Maybe, just a crack
I swore I heard you whisper that you preferred us like that, oh
My broken open child
Were we thirsty, thorned with wild eyes?
Still, we are slaves to the sirens of the salty sea, oh, oh
Oh
Written by: Gregory Alan Isakov