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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bus Shelton
Bus Shelton
Electric Guitar
Christian Chase Chafin
Christian Chase Chafin
Bass Guitar
Dillon Cridlin
Dillon Cridlin
Drums
Don Eanes
Don Eanes
Piano
Isaac Blaine Gibson
Isaac Blaine Gibson
Lead Vocals
Noah Patrick
Noah Patrick
Steel Guitar
Stewart Myers
Stewart Myers
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaac Blaine Gibson
Isaac Blaine Gibson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
49 Winchester
49 Winchester
Producer
Stewart Myers
Stewart Myers
Producer
Kenny Miles
Kenny Miles
Recording Engineer
Dave Polster
Dave Polster
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Work until you die, that's all you'll ever do In this little town where I come from Ain't got no option, do what you gotta do Ain't got much time for no fun Unless you roll it up in paper, lord Or snort it up your nose Or drink it down like beer or moonshine But you can retire early if you have enough fun To a six by three box made of pine And that neon right there beyond my barstool Made me feel much warmer than you ever did at home And the older I get, Lord, the more that I see I will never be alone Long as that neon stays on, I've always got a place to call home I'm a long way from temple hill About halfway down to Georgia I gotta be in Atlanta by five And the same ghost I left at home Followed me down here to Dixie Makes me wonder how I'm even still alive Cause when that feeling comes over me It's hard to turn it down, there's a thirst I can feel in my bones And the troubles I ran from met me right there at the door Makes me feel like I'm right back at home And that neon right there beyond my barstool Made me feel much warmer than you ever did at home And the older I get, Lord, the more that I see I will never be alone Long as that neon stays on, I've always got a place to call home
Writer(s): Isaac Blaine Gibson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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