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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mae Estes
Mae Estes
Background Vocals
Paul Sikes
Paul Sikes
Background Vocals
Carl Miner
Carl Miner
Acoustic Guitar
James Mitchell
James Mitchell
Electric Guitar
Eddy Dunlap
Eddy Dunlap
Pedal Steel Guitar
Josh Matheny
Josh Matheny
Dobro
J. Spivey
J. Spivey
Fiddle
Ryan Madora
Ryan Madora
Bass
Alex Wright
Alex Wright
Keyboards
Nir Z
Nir Z
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mae Estes
Mae Estes
Songwriter
Paul Sikes
Paul Sikes
Songwriter
Marti Dodson
Marti Dodson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Sikes
Paul Sikes
Producer
Drew Bollman
Drew Bollman
Recording Engineer
Matt Rovey
Matt Rovey
Mixing Engineer
Nathan Dantzler
Nathan Dantzler
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Always had something to prove, nothing that I wouldn't do
To chase down what I thought was mine
They all say I'm doing well, killin' it, so what the hell
I'll keep pretendin' I'm fine
[PreChorus]
I used to get off on the glory
But now it ain't doin' it for me
[Chorus]
But, Lord, ain't it fun bein' second to none?
And don't it feel free that close to the sun?
At least that's what I thought 'til I got all I wanted and then some
So fly, baby, fly, but what good is high if you're lonesome?
[Verse 2]
I got a lot to show, it's true, but nobody to show it to
And you start to wonder what the point is
Sugar-coated words are nice, but they don't keep you warm at night
So you take one more shot of the poison
[Chorus]
'Cause, Lord, ain't it fun bein' second to none?
And don't it feel free that close to the sun?
At least that's what I thought 'til I got all I wanted and then some
So fly, baby, fly, but what good is high if you're lonesome?
[PostChorus]
High and lonesome
[Bridge]
If you're gonna get high, don't come down
You can't get back what you had on the ground
If you're gonna get high, don't come down
You can't get back what you had
[Outro]
Lord, ain't it fun bein' second to none?
And don't it feel free that close to the sun?
At least that's what I thought 'til I got all I wanted and then some
So fly, baby, fly, but what good is high, fly, baby, fly, but what good is high
Fly, baby, fly, but what good is high if you're lonesome?
Written by: Mae Estes, Marti Dodson, Paul Sikes
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