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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sam Beam
Sam Beam
Vocals
Rob Burger
Rob Burger
Keyboards
Tony Scherr
Tony Scherr
Upright Bass
Kenny Wollesen
Kenny Wollesen
Drums
Paul Niehaus
Paul Niehaus
Pedal Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Beam
Sam Beam
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Deck
Brian Deck
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Well it's cold, and you're bored
From countin' the Smart cars on '94
When you dream you're back home
But the lakeside don't trust you to walk alone
[Verse 2]
Hollow trees talk off-hand
All the neckties are toastin' with empty cans
And then you know why she's gone
By the clothes in the river, driftin' on
[Verse 3]
Slide down south
'Cause once in a while, your confidence leaves you
Like smoke falls out her red mouth
[Verse 4]
Well she left you the holes
The tracks in the backyard, December snow
But those sad souvenirs
They end at the fence line, disappear
[Verse 5]
Why you'd follow her there?
Milwaukee's a deaf ear for winter prayers
There's no night, there's no day
With only hope in your pocket, and hell to pay
[Verse 6]
Slide down south
When once in a while, your confidence leaves you
Like smoke falls out her red mouth
Written by: Sam Beam
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