Top Songs By The Dead South
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Dead South
Performer
Nate Hilts
Lead Vocals
Jason Plumb
Vocals
Scott Pringle
Background Vocals
Danny Kenyon
Double Bass
Colton Crawford
Banjo
Ian Cameron
Pedal Steel Guitar
Erik Mehlsen
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nate Hilts
Songwriter
Scott Pringle
Songwriter
Danny Kenyon
Songwriter
Colton Crawford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason Plumb
Mixing Engineer
Cody Gamracy
Assistant Recording Engineer
João Carvalho
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Well, I pray every day
That the good Lord keep me safe
And I try to hide all this fear built in my spine
Give a man a day
So I can see your pretty face
Until I arrive in your arms
Well, I don't know what you doin'
Fightin' in this silly war
You're not a yankee, love
Nor a grey-back confederate
Tryna keep these slaves abhorred
You were just a simple man
Tryna do these things the best you can
Now it's time to come on home
I got a baby in the oven
That I need to dine before she gets old
Well I pray, every day
That the good Lord keep me safe
And I try to hide all this fear built in my spine
Give a man a day so I can see your pretty face
Until I arrive in your arms
Well, I don't know what I'm doin'
Fightin' in this stupid war
I'm not a yankee or a grey-back anymore
I've killed so many men
Just to kill so many more
Just wanna see my baby before I die
In this shitstorm
Well, I pray every day
That the good Lord keep me safe
And I try to hide all this fear built in my spine
Give a man a day so I can see your pretty face
Until I arrive in your arms
Well, I pray every day
That the good Lord keep me safe
And I try to hide all this fear built in my spine
Give a man a day so I can see your pretty face
Until I die in your arms
Until I die in your arms
Until I die in your arms
Writer(s): Daniel J Kenyon, Colton Craig Crawford, Nathaniel William Hilts, Scott Matthew Pringle
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