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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sturgill Simpson
Lead Vocals
Dave Cobb
Guitar
Kevin Black
Bass Guitar
Laur Joamets
Guitar
Miles Miller
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sturgill Simpson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Cobb
Producer
John Netti
Assistant Engineer
Justin Herlocker
Assistant Engineer
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer
Sturgill Simpson
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'd give anything to go back
Days I was young
All the way back to old Panbowl
I sit down on the lakebed
Stair at the sun
Then I'd walk out in the water
Let it cleanse my soul
[Verse 2]
Spend my days up on quicksand
There I would play
Wild as a rattlesnake
Right from the start
I'd push August in
Swing all day
Well, she was the first girl
That ever broke my heart
[Chorus]
Miss the days when this old life
Was free from all the pain and strife
And all the sorrow it has brung
I'd give anything to go
All the way back to Panbowl
All the way back to days when I was young
[Verse 3]
Spend my summers hearing stories
'Bout the one that got away
On a dock down at Watt's bar
Every fourth of July
Uncle Everett was the coolest
Never had a word to say
When he died was the only time
I ever seen Papa cry
[Verse 4]
Every Sunday we'd go visit
My great grandma, Mary Ann
Lord, I cry just thinking
'Bout how good she was to me
My great granddad, Eli
Was a coal mining man
Not a tooth in his head
But his eyes held the sea
[Chorus]
Miss the days when this old life
Was free from all this pain and strife
And all the sorrow it has brung
I'd give anything to go
All the way back to Panbowl
All the way back to days when I was young
[Outro]
I'd climb up on high tops
Stare out far as I could see
At the one and only home
My heart has ever known
Written by: Sturgill Simpson