Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vince Gill
Electric Guitar
John Hobbs
Piano
Chad Cromwell
Drums
Michael Rhodes
Bass Guitar
Richard Bennett
Acoustic Guitar
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
Eric Darken
Tambourine
Al Anderson
Acoustic Guitar
Pete Wasner
Hammond Organ
Jim Horn
Horn
Paul Franklin
Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Reed Nielsen
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vince Gill
Recording Engineer
John Hobbs
Recording Engineer
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
Traci Sterling Bisher
Studio Personnel
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
Drew Bollman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Steve Marcantonio
Recording Engineer
Neal Cappellino
Recording Engineer
Greg Lawrence
Assistant Recording Engineer
David Robinson
Assistant Recording Engineer
Scott Kidd
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
There ain't nothing in the bottom of your glass
For a broken heart
You were doing pretty good till she came
And tore your world apart
She found a little younger model
You ran straight for the bottle
There ain't nothing in the bottom of your glass
For a broken heart.
Do you find yourself tossin' and a turnin'
In the middle of the night
With a cigarette burning
Staying up until the broad daylight
Well you gotta be going crazy
With another man lovin' on your baby
There ain't nothing in the middle of the night
For a broken heart.
There ain't never been a cure for the lowdown blues
When a woman puts on a pair of walking shoes
You ought to know by now
There's nothing, son, that you can do
For a broken heart.
Ain't nothing when the morning finally comes
Gonna change a thing
A little hair of the dog ain't gonna hurt you
Have yourself a drink
She found another lover
I sure feel for you brother
Ain't nothing in the whole wide world for a broken heart.
There ain't never been a cure for the lowdown blues
When a woman puts on a pair of walking shoes
You ought to know by now
There's nothing, son, that you can do
For a broken heart...
Writer(s): Al Anderson, Vincent Gill
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