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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stillhouse Junkies
Stillhouse Junkies
Performer
Fred Kosak
Fred Kosak
Lead Vocals
Alissa Wolf
Alissa Wolf
Fiddle
Eric Lee
Eric Lee
Vocals
Matt Thomas
Matt Thomas
Double Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fred Kosak
Fred Kosak
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe Newberry
Joe Newberry
Producer
Sean Sullivan
Sean Sullivan
Recording Engineer
David Glasser
David Glasser
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Looks like I’m going
Up this old river in the dark
No flickering, hardly a spark
To light my way
Nobody knowing
How fast the water’s flowing by
Hardly the blinking of an eye
And it takes you under
But it’s worth the trying
And I’d be lying if I said
Playing those games up in your head
Won’t make you want it more
You may never get the chance again
My friend, my friend
You may never see the day
Ten thousand hanging on your every word
I heard it was worth whatever price you had to pay
Worth whatever price you had to pay
Guess I’ll be climbing
Out of the canyon at the end
Into the breach again, and then
No one can say
Mine for the finding
When the winding way is done
Like everything under the sun
It fades away
You may never get the chance again
My friend, my friend
You may never see the day
Ten thousand hanging on your every word
I heard it was worth whatever price you had to pay
Worth whatever price you had to pay
Worth whatever lonely price you had to pay
Looks like I’m going
Up this old river in the dark
No flickering, hardly a spark
To light my way
Written by: Fred Kosak
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