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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
My Politic
My Politic
Performer
Josh Washam
Josh Washam
Bass Guitar
Kaston Guffey
Kaston Guffey
Lead Vocals
Nick Pankey
Nick Pankey
Background Vocals
John Mailander
John Mailander
Fiddle
Steve Peavey
Steve Peavey
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kaston Guffey
Kaston Guffey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
My Politic
My Politic
Producer
Josh Washam
Josh Washam
Producer
Adam Grover
Adam Grover
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

My neighbor's digging a hole
In his front yard
That suckers 15 ft deep
And when I can't sleep
I think about the things that he finds
Bottles & trinkets, little pieces that shine
Some days I wish his life was mine
I think I'll go for a walk
Or maybe I'll go fishing we'll see
Try and find someone to talk too
About all this joy & all this misery
Shooting beer cans we emptied
Skipping rocks, sipping wine
Looks like ive got one on the line
Maybe I'm doing alright
It's so hard to tell what's true sometimes
Maybe I'm doing alright
Out here searching for signs of life
I'm gonna take me a bus
Out to the museum of art
And eat just enough mushrooms
To have my mind blown apart
Follow the crooked streets
All the way home
Talk to strangers & bury my phone
Maybe I'm doing alright
It's so hard to tell what's true sometimes
Maybe I'm doing alright
Out here searching for signs of life
And if I get tired of looking
I hope I don't stay tired too long
Everybody needs a fire to cook in
If youre gonna stay hungry
As the day is long
Maybe I'm doing alright
It's so hard to tell what's true sometimes
Maybe I'm doing alright
Out here searching for signs of life
Written by: Kaston Guffey
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