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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kristina Murray
Vocals
Misa Arriaga
Background Vocals
Ryan A. Keith
Keyboards
Jonathan Beam
Bass
Logan Ledger
Acoustic Guitar
Eddie Dunlap
Pedal Steel Guitar
James Paul Mitchell
Electric Guitar
Ethan Ballinger
Baritone Guitar
Dominic Billet
Drums
John Mailander
Fiddle
Ilya Portnov
Harmonica
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kristina Murray
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Raelynn Janicke
Mastering Engineer
Rachael Moore
Recording Engineer
Misa Arriaga
Producer
Colin Lott
Assistant Engineer
Ryan A. Keith
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
I can promise you I won’t ever stop drinking
Aint ever gonna be some holy roller
But for the millionth time I thought about quittin today
And Lord I ain’t talkin bout gettin sober
Time after time after time, and again and again
I been left out, left behind and misunderstood
And I get so tired of watching ‘em livin my dreams
I got to get to gettin’ while the gettin’s good
So I ain’t got a choice
But to sit around in a honky tonk
Listenin to that old jukebox play
Them sad old lonesome country songs
Rockin’ a bar stool, tryin’ not to cry
Just watching the world pass me by
Some folks know how to make the needle jump
And some they got the licks to make ‘em cream
Me, I’m just hanging out in the shadows
I’m even having ECs in my dreams
Must be so easy when you’re easy on the eyes
And daddy’s bankroll to make the rules
Put on a Stetson and pretend like the game ain’t stacked
And at the end of it say “shes just a bitter, jaded, helpless fool”
And I ain’t got a choice
But to sit around in this honky tonk
Listenin to that old jukebox play
Them just found out he’s cheatin songs
Rockin’ a bar stool, don’t ever let em see you cry
Just watching the world, just watching the world pass me by
Ain’t nobody talking about the big score
But every morning I’m a little more decomposed
And I heard it’s always hot down in Panama City
Hell I better get my ass to the coast
And I ain’t got a choice
But to sit around in a honky tonk
Listenin to that old country band play
Them tear-in-my-beer drinking songs
Rockin’ a bar stool, tryin not to cry
Just watching the world—I’m watching my life—
Just watching the world pass me by
Written by: Kristina Murray