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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gavin Zimmerman
Songwriter
Max Alan Zimmerman
Songwriter
Lyrics
My momma always said be humble and kind
For the wicked don't rest and they're easy to find
There's a lot more out there for a good hard-working kid
And the grass is always greener when the lawn's full of weeds
You can't keep missing out on the things you don't need
Just go and do what you never did before
Tell me how I wound up here
I ain't seen these people in at least ten years
Will they whisper about me when I turn my back
So go and show me your true colors
I'm sure they're the same as all the others
Or whatever else you hide behind that mask
Cause only the dead fish float down the river
And I'll be damned if I go with the flow
Pray to God he does deliver us from these sins
So go and stretch your luck, get messed up
And find out the hard way soon enough
Only the dead fish down the river
My head is pounding and my hands keep shaking
I can't make peace with the risks that I'm taking
Fighting hard to keep my head above water
Can't just lean on a shovel and pray for a hole
There's gotta be more to work worth living for
Who's to tell me all I have to offer
So don't let me die when I'm at my lowest
Take me when my light shines bright as headlights in the night
I'll know what to do when I get to where I'm going
Cause all that's getting by is getting mighty old
Cause only the dead fish float down the river
And I'll be damned if I go with the flow
Pray to God he does deliver us from these sins
So go and stretch your luck, get messed up
You find out the hard way soon enough
Only the dead fish float down the river
Writer(s): Max Zimmerman
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