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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sam Nicholson
Sam Nicholson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Nicholson
Sam Nicholson
Songwriter
Henry Thomas Wiedemer
Henry Thomas Wiedemer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Henry Thrill
Henry Thrill
Producer
Mat Leffler-Schulman
Mat Leffler-Schulman
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

She was always supposed to be the one
Picking daisies in that Nashville summer sun
Oh I got wasted way too quick
Now I'm broke and she's my fix
And I loved her but I had to let her go
So I left my girl in Tennessee
Cuz she was never gonna walk away from me
Now all I got is a memory
And oh sweet Lord it's killing me
For most it's a bottle
A smoke or a lotto
But it was her for me
So I left her all alone with the ghost of me
Way back in Tennessee
Every now and then I count the cost
Does my freedom bring me more than what I lost?
Miss the way she held me soft like snow
Oh I loved her but I had to let her go
So I left my girl in Tennessee
Cuz she was never gonna walk away from me
Now all I got is a memory
And oh sweet Lord it's killing me
For most it's a bottle
A smoke or a lotto
But it was her for me
So I left her all alone with the ghost of me
Way back in Tennessee
I let her go
My high turned low
She had me weak
And I had to set me free
For most it's a bottle
A smoke or a lotto
But it was her for me
So I left her all alone with the ghost of me
Way back in Tennessee
Written by: Henry Thomas Wiedemer, Sam Nicholson
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