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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BlackHawk
Performer
Kip Raines
Drums
Lonnie Wilson
Drums
Kenny Malone
Percussion
Mike Chapman
Bass Guitar
Mike Demus
Synthesiser Programming
Dale Oliver
Electric Guitar
John Willis
Acoustic Guitar
Danny Parks
Electric Guitar
Kerry Marx
Electric Guitar
Dann Huff
Electric Guitar
Van Stephenson
Acoustic Guitar
Biff Watson
Acoustic Guitar
Eric Silver
Mandolin
Dan Dugmore
Acoustic Guitar
Dave Robbins
Keyboards
Henry Paul
Mandolin
Mary Ann Kennedy
Mandolin
Randy Howard
Fiddle
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeff Black
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Bright
Producer
Tim DuBois
Producer
Michael D. Clute
Mixing Engineer
Csaba Petocz
Recording Engineer
Mike Demus
Editing Engineer
Mike Clute
Mixing Engineer
Hank Williams
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
My old friend lives up in the mountain.
He flew up there to paint the world.
He says, "Even though interpretation's what I count on,
This little picture to me seems blurred.
Hard lines and the shadows come easy,
I see it all just as clear as a bell,
I just can't seem to set my easel to please me.
I paint my Heaven, but it looks like hell." Yeah
Your blue might be gray,
Your less might be more.
Your window to the world might be your own front door.
You shiniest day might come in the middle of the night.
That's just about right.
He said "I ain't comin' down 'til my picture is perfect,
And all the wonder is gone from my eyes.
Down through my hands, and onto to the canvas.
Still like my vision, but still a surprise.
Real life," he says, "is the hardest impression.
It's always movin' so I let it come through."
"That my friend," I say, "is the glory of true independence -
Just to do what you do, what you do, what you do." Yeah.
Your blue might be gray,
Your less might be more.
Your window to the world might be your own front door.
You shiniest day might come in the middle of the night.
That's just about right.
Well my old friend came down from the mountain.
Without even lookin', he found a little truth:
That you can go through life with the greatest intentions,
But you do what you do, what you just gotta do, yeah.
Your blue might be gray,
Your less might be more.
Your window to the world might be your own front door.
You shiniest day might come in the middle of the night.
Your blue might be gray,
Your less might be more.
Your window to the world might be your own front door.
You shiniest day might come in the middle of the night.
That's just about right.
That's just about right. Yeah.
Writer(s): Jeffrey Allen Black
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