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Eric Church - Hands Of Time (Official Audio Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eric Church
Eric Church
Vocals
Jay Joyce
Jay Joyce
Electric Guitar
Todd Lombardo
Todd Lombardo
Acoustic Guitar
Rob McNelley
Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar
Craig Wright
Craig Wright
Drums
Luke Laird
Luke Laird
Acoustic Guitar
Joanna Cotten
Joanna Cotten
Background Vocals
Mike Haynes
Mike Haynes
Trumpet
Roy Agee
Roy Agee
Trombone
April Rucker
April Rucker
Choir
Armand Hutton
Armand Hutton
Choir
Jeremy Lister
Jeremy Lister
Choir
Kristen Rogers
Kristen Rogers
Choir
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Church
Eric Church
Songwriter
Scooter Carusoe
Scooter Carusoe
Songwriter
Jay Joyce
Jay Joyce
Choir Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay Joyce
Jay Joyce
Producer
Jason Hall
Jason Hall
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Detroit built brakes, so that they could make a Chevy slow down And a just-right midnight sorry might turn goodbye around Bloody Mary's and aspirin will give a hangover one hell of a fight But my remedy for handlin' the hands of time Is Seger singing "Hollywood Nights" Even the losers get lucky sometimes A paradise by the dashboard light And I'm just fine, I'm doin' alright We ain't as young as we used to be But young at heart is so easy When you let some loud guitars and words that rhyme Handle the hands of time My go-to game day jersey's always Carolina blue When I need to find forgiveness I find a little small town church pew, yeah (ooh) After work, I like to put my elbows up on a bar And, girl, I turn to the speakers when I need to speak to this ol' heart (ooh) And it's a back in black, shook me all night long Could you be loved? Redemption song A Luckenbach, home sweet home I'm where I belong, ain't nothing wrong, yeah We ain't as young as we used to be But young at heart is so easy When you let some loud guitars and words that rhyme Handle the hands of time (ooh) Hands of time Tryna hang on as the song rolls Like gravity pulls on the grains of sand We take our licks, life takes its toll We say, "Thanks," and we fold our hands And it's (amazing grace) amazing grace, how sweet the sound Sunday morning comin' down Tuesday's gone, green grass of home (Tuesday's gone) I come to the garden alone, yeah We ain't as young as we used to be But until under that willow, you bury me I'm gonna turn up some loud guitar Turn up some loud guitar (turn it up now) Turn up some loud guitar (turn it up) Crank some loud guitar Crank up some loud guitar (turn it up, turn it up) Wanna hear some loud guitar (turn it up, turn it up) I'm gonna let some loud guitar (turn it up, turn it up) And words that rhyme (turn it up) Handle the hands of time (time)
Writer(s): Eric Church, Scooter Carusoe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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