More songs by Margo Price
Description
Mixing Engineer, Producer, Recording Engineer: Matt Ross-Spang
Recording Second Engineer: Phillip Smith
Recording Second Engineer: Bryce Jordan
Recording Second Engineer: Connor Theriot
Mastering Engineer: Kim Rosen
Vocalist, Composer Lyricist: Margo Price
Background Vocalist: Shannon McNally
Composer Lyricist: Jeremy Ivey
Lyrics and translation
Original
I woke up in the backseat of a '91 explorer
Sleeping off a three-day party, I barely could recall
I stumbled to the sidewalk, lit the last of half broke cigarette
And wondered why I left my home and came down here at all
I had no real connections just some drugged-out, strung-out losers
And a handful of half songs no one would ever hear
I couldn't see my future in the bottom of a bottle
I was living in my car but honey, I was goin nowhere
All the loose change in my pockets
And the patches on my jeans
Can't buy away the blues that this world's afforded me
But I'd sell my soul to write a song
To save me from this trip I'm on
Cause peace of mind is hard to find
When you're on a losing streak
Peace of mind is hard to find
When you're on a losing streak
On the brink of mental breakdown
I spent two weeks in the same clothes
Sleeping in the shoes no one wished they were in
Waking up at sundown on the dark side of the party
I was lost and slipping low than the low had ever been
All the loose change in my pockets
And the patches on my jeans
Can't buy away the blues that this world's afforded me
But I'd sell my soul to write a song
To save me from this trip I'm on
Cause peace of mind is hard to find
When you're on a losing streak
Peace of mind is hard to find when you're on a losing streak
Peace of mind is hard to find when you're on a losing streak
I said peace of mind is hard to find when you're on a losing streak
They say everybody loses, just count your lucky bruises
I'm gonna let that yellow sunshine wrap its warmth around my mind
English translation
I woke up in the backseat of a '91 explorer
Sleeping off a three-day party, I barely could recall
I stumbled to the sidewalk, lit the last of half broke cigarette
And wondered why I left my home and came down here at all
I had no real connections just some drugged-out, strung-out losers
And a handful of half songs no one would ever hear
I couldn't see my future in the bottom of a bottle
I was living in my car but honey, I was goin nowhere
All the loose change in my pockets
And the patches on my jeans
Can't buy away the blues that this world's afforded me
But I'd sell my soul to write a song
To save me from this trip I'm on
Cause peace of mind is hard to find
When you're on a losing streak
Peace of mind is hard to find
When you're on a losing streak
On the brink of mental breakdown
I spent two weeks in the same clothes
Sleeping in the shoes no one wished they were in
Waking up at sundown on the dark side of the party
I was lost and slipping low than the low had ever been
All the loose change in my pockets
And the patches on my jeans
Can't buy away the blues that this world's afforded me
But I'd sell my soul to write a song
To save me from this trip I'm on
Cause peace of mind is hard to find
When you're on a losing streak
Peace of mind is hard to find when you're on a losing streak
Peace of mind is hard to find when you're on a losing streak
I said peace of mind is hard to find when you're on a losing streak
They say everybody loses, just count your lucky bruises
I'm gonna let that yellow sunshine wrap its warmth around my mind