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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gregory Alan Isakov
Lead Vocals
Bonnie May Paine
Musical Saw
James Han
Piano
Jamie Mefford
Drums
Jeb Bows
Violin
Jon Grigsby
Upright Bass
Julie Davis
Background Vocals
Natalie Tate
Background Vocals
Nathaniel Rateliff
Background Vocals
Phil Parker
Cello
Reed Foehl
Background Vocals
Reyn Ouwehand
Piano
Wil Schlatmann
Accordion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gregory Alan Isakov
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Glasser
Mastering Engineer
Gregory Alan Isakov
Producer
Jamie Mefford
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Well, Grace, she's gone, she's a half-written poem
She went out for cigarettes and never came home
And I swallowed the sun and screamed and wailed
Straight down to the dirt so I could find her trail
Spread out across the Great Divide
[Chorus]
Well, I've just come to talk, Saint Valentine
I never pictured you living here with the rats and the vines
Ain't that my old heart hanging out on your lines?
Oh, you're all fucked up, Saint Valentine
[Verse 2]
Now I circle the bars on the promenade
While the girls in the glass, they're just throwing me shade
And I'm saving my coins up for Jingling Jane
Oh, she's out plucking strings in the pouring, pouring
She's out plucking strings in the pouring rain
[Chorus]
See I'm all crooked feet, Saint Valentine
I've circled this map till it caught on fire
Now Grace, she's left you just skin and bone
Well, you hang up your hat, but you can't call it home
Oh, you've tried and you've tried, but you can't call it home
You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine
[Outro]
You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine
Oh, you're all fucked up, Saint Valentine
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