Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Circa 54
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah reynolds
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Noah reynolds
Producer
Lyrics
I'm the blood that runs through the veins of the Kid on a saddle
The smoking gun he holds as the floor boards rattle
And I'm the pin that dropped
When the Gatlin boys knew they couldn't stop
The whirlwind that they had just unlocked
I'm your key and your shackles
Have you ever
Found a patch of center field grass
From the same box you got bruised in?
Been set back by the same whiskey glass
That once helped you get through it?
If a million lives were lost in the fight
For the same cross that healed my soul
It's ragged, true but the red white and blue's still flying
On my flagpole
I'm the kid with his ear on a hand me down radio
The same speaker that his grandaddy held
When his world took another blow
The look in his eyes
That his wife saw right before she started to cry
Cause she couldn't compete with that kind of pride
What do you do when love takes another road?
And have you ever
Found a patch of center field grass
From the same box you got bruised in?
Been set back by the same whiskey glass
That once helped you get through it?
If a million lives were lost in the fight
For the same cross that healed my soul
It's ragged, true but the red white and blue's still flying
On my flagpole
I've been flipping through all that we've lost and found
Locking eyes with every time I hit the ground
And every time I
Found a patch of center field grass
From the same box I got bruised in
Been set back by the same whiskey glass
That once helped me get through it
If a million lives were lost in the fight
For the same cross that healed my soul
It's ragged, true but the red white and blue's still flying
On my flagpole
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