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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brent Comer
Brent Comer
Performer
Original Broadway Cast of The Outsiders - A New Musical
Original Broadway Cast of The Outsiders - A New Musical
Performer
Matt Hinkley
Matt Hinkley
Keyboards
Mark G. Meadows
Mark G. Meadows
Piano
Matt Beck
Matt Beck
Guitar
Freddy Hall
Freddy Hall
Guitar
Jamie Eblen
Jamie Eblen
Drums
Alexandra Eckhardt
Alexandra Eckhardt
Bass
Noelle Rueschman
Noelle Rueschman
Woodwinds
Clerida Eltimé
Clerida Eltimé
Cello
Justin Smith
Justin Smith
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Clay
Jonathan Clay
Composer
Zach Chance
Zach Chance
Composer
Justin Levine
Justin Levine
Orchestrator
Matt Hinkley
Matt Hinkley
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Hinkley
Matt Hinkley
Co-Producer
Jonathan Clay
Jonathan Clay
Producer
Zach Chance
Zach Chance
Producer
Justin Levine
Justin Levine
Producer
Lawrence Manchester
Lawrence Manchester
Recording Engineer
Ryan Lipman
Ryan Lipman
Mixing Engineer
Michael Hickey
Michael Hickey
Assistant Engineer
Beth Scott
Beth Scott
Assistant Engineer
Oscar Zambrano
Oscar Zambrano
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Damn it, I've had it, I'm done tryn'a please you Come on, settle down now Darrel Who the hell do you boys think is gonna feed you? You're gonna get yourself all worked up again I'm getting tired of feeling unappreciated I'll fold the laundry, I'll fold all of it! Taking care of family is feeling overrated I gave so much away, I get nothing in return You don't tell me when you're coming home lately Eat my food, do you even have a clue That all you do is take Every dollar that I earn I try to keep you from the fire But it's me who's getting burnеd You'd think by now I'd learn It's not my fault that you hate your dang life! Maybе I should finally just walk on out You'd be one less thing for me to worry about Leave you boys, headed back to school I'm tired of lifting you up, I'm tired of playing the fool Start a new life in a different town There ain't no tellin' where I'd go Without you dragging me down Picture life without old Darry around! I'm so tired of working my hands to the bone Wish that I could settle down with a lady Wish I could but I can't So instead I gotta break my back all day Then I bust my ass at home Oh, what's the use of dreaming about a life I'll never know That ship sailed long ago If you hate us so much then you should just leave! Oh you got no idea what I give up for you two! You see these hands, how torn up they are How old they look? I do it for you, Ponyboy And for your knucklehead brother So we can live in this house So there can be food on the table every night! You're not Dad, Darrel, and you're not Mom either, so stop tryn'a be!
Writer(s): Zachry Chance Bearden, Jonathan O'neal, Justin Levine Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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