Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
Jimmy Nichols
Piano
Charlie Judge
Programming
Eric Darken
Percussion
Mike Johnson
Steel Guitar
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
Jonathan Yudkin
Fiddle
Gordie Sampson
Acoustic Guitar
Chris McHugh
Drums
Hillary Lindsey
Background Vocals
Aubrey Haynie
Fiddle
Paul Franklin
Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gordie Sampson
Songwriter
Hillary Lindsey
Songwriter
Steve McEwan
Songwriter
Jonathan Yudkin
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Bright
Producer
Derek Bason
Mixing Engineer
Chris Ashburn
Assistant Engineer
J.R. Rodriguez
Additional Engineer
Todd Tidwell
Assistant Engineer
Aaron Kasdorf
Assistant Engineer
Hank Williams
Mastering Engineer
Kirsten Wines
Assistant Producer
Nathan Dickinson
Additional Engineer
Lyrics
It was two weeks after the day she turned eighteen
All dressed in white
Going to the church that night
She had his box of letters in the passenger seat
Sixpence in a shoe, something borrowed, something blue
And when the church doors opened up wide
She put her veil down
Trying to hide the tears
Oh, she just couldn't believe it
She heard the trumpets from the military band
And the flowers fell out of her hands
Baby, why'd you leave me?
Why'd you have to go?
I was counting on forever, now I'll never know
I can't even breathe
It's like I'm looking from a distance
Standing in the background
Everybody's saying, "He's not coming home now."
This can't be happening to me
This is just a dream
The preacher man said, "Let us bow our heads and pray
Lord please lift his soul, and heal this hurt."
Then the congregation all stood up and sang
The saddest song that she ever heard
Then they handed her a folded up flag
And she held on to all she had left of him
Oh, and what could have been
And then the guns rang one last shot
And it felt like a bullet in her heart
Baby, why'd you leave me?
Why'd you have to go?
I was counting on forever, now I'll never know
I can't even breathe
It's like I'm looking from a distance
Standing in the background
Everybody's saying, "He's not coming home now."
This can't be happening to me
This is just a dream
Baby, why'd you leave me?
Why'd you have to go?
I was counting on forever, now I'll never know
Oh, I'll never know
It's like I'm looking from a distance
Standing in the background
Everybody's saying, "He's not coming home now."
This can't be happening to me
This is just a dream
Oh, this is just a dream
Just a dream
Yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Hillary Lindsey, Gordie Sampson, Steven Mcewan
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