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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Guy Penrod
Guy Penrod
Performer
Brent Rowan
Brent Rowan
Electric Guitar
Aubrey Haynie
Aubrey Haynie
Mandolin
David Hungate
David Hungate
Bass
Eric Darken
Eric Darken
Percussion
James Lowry
James Lowry
Acoustic Guitar
Shane Keister
Shane Keister
Keyboards
Shannon Forrest
Shannon Forrest
Drums
Wes Hightower
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Barry George Dean
Barry George Dean
Composer
Tony Wood
Tony Wood
Composer
Don Poythress
Don Poythress
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Barry Jennings
Barry Jennings
Executive Producer
Brent Rowan
Brent Rowan
Producer
Bill Gaither
Bill Gaither
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Out of town for three days When I hit the door Kids running to my arms As I kneel on the floor Saying something about the puppy And some kid up the pool Something about something That somebody did at school Something whispered inside me Breathe deep, breathe deep Moments like these are treasures to keep Listen close, look along Breathe deep I don't see her often She just turned 82 The other day she didn't hear me Slipping to her room I watched her for a minute, didn't even speak And she turned my way, her eyes lit up She kissed me on my cheek Something whispered inside me Breathe deep, breathe deep Moments like these are treasures to keep Listen close, look along Breathe deep I heard it said we don't know What we've got until it's gone Time slows down for no one It just keeps rushing on Babe, I never told you But sometime late at night When we've said our last 'I love yous' And you're asleep but I'm not quiet I lie awake in the moonlight Breathe deep, breathe deep Moments like this are treasures to keep Listen close, look along Breathe deep, breathe deep Breathe deep, breathe deep
Writer(s): Barry George Dean, Tony W. Wood, Donald Wallace Poythress Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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