More songs by Tyler Childers
Description
Pedal Steel Guitar: James Barker
Vocal, Acoustic Guitar, Associated Performer, Lyricist, Additional Production, Composer: Tyler Childers
Bass, Background Vocal: Craig Burletic
Electric Guitar: CJ Cain
Organ: Kory Caudill
Percussion, Drums: Rod Elkins
Piano: Matt Rowland
Electric Guitar: Jesse Wells
Background Vocal: Alex Sauser-Monnig
Additional Production, Percussion, Additional Engineer: Nick Sanborn
Background Vocal: Amelia Meath
Producer: Rick Rubin
Recording Engineer: Ryan Hewitt
Assistant Recording Engineer: Louis Remenapp
Engineer: Alli Rogers
Mixing Engineer: Shawn Everett
Assistant Mixing Engineer: Ian Gold
Mastering Engineer: Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer: Steve Fallone
A& R Director: Dan Chertoff
A& R Director: Arielle Blattman
Engineer: Bo Bodnar
Lyrics and translation
Original
He was spinning wheels, making deals wild-eyed in his twenties.
There's nothing in the way of work he was ever fit to do.
It was for the birds.
He worked with words, and the thing is words work funny.
You weld them right, you know they're liable to affect the way you move.
Fronting him a country band, a bunch of rock and bark and deadbeats band.
He played a gig with one night when he was cutting teeth.
A hustle high, a hustle low, harking out that van window.
The price of gas is getting low in the pocket of the seat of his pants he has had tightening round his body.
Living off the tavern's fare and drowning in the grease.
Fronting him a country band, road dogging in a stripped out van.
Blowing powder in the bar light when they were cutting teeth.
You can yell, you can croon.
You can reach the fire code of any room with a catchy song or two if they're sang in key.
There's room for error if the band is there.
In a way, it's a lot like baseball.
He swings the bat left-handed.
He's got a walk at least.
Fronting him a country band, a bunch of West Virginia deadbeats band.
He split the door with one night when he was cutting teeth.
He played a gig with one night when he was cutting teeth.
English translation
He was spinning wheels, making deals wild-eyed in his twenties.
There's nothing in the way of work he was ever fit to do.
It was for the birds.
He worked with words, and the thing is words work funny.
You weld them right, you know they're liable to affect the way you move.
Fronting him a country band, a bunch of rock and bark and deadbeats band.
He played a gig with one night when he was cutting teeth.
A hustle high, a hustle low, harking out that van window.
The price of gas is getting low in the pocket of the seat of his pants he has had tightening round his body.
Living off the tavern's fare and drowning in the grease.
Fronting him a country band, road dogging in a stripped out van.
Blowing powder in the bar light when they were cutting teeth.
You can yell, you can croon.
You can reach the fire code of any room with a catchy song or two if they're sang in key.
There's room for error if the band is there.
In a way, it's a lot like baseball.
He swings the bat left-handed.
He's got a walk at least.
Fronting him a country band, a bunch of West Virginia deadbeats band.
He split the door with one night when he was cutting teeth.
He played a gig with one night when he was cutting teeth.