More songs by Ashley McBryde
Description
Mixer: Adam Hawkins
Production Co- Ordinator: Alyson McAnally
Masterer: Andrew Mendelson
Acoustic Guitar: Ashley McBryde
Lead Vocals: Ashley McBryde
Background Vocals: Ashley McBryde
Hammond B3 Organ: Billy Justineau
Bass, Claps: Caleb Hooper
Background Vocals: Caleb Hooper
12 String Guitar: Chris Harris
Acoustic Guitar: Chris Harris
Mandolin: Chris Harris
Background Vocals: Chris Harris
Banjo, Claps, Clavinet, Percussion, Synthesizer: John Osborne
Electric Guitar: John Osborne
Producer, Recorded By: John Osborne
Background Vocals: John Osborne
Digital Editor: Josh Moore
Recorded By: Justin Francis
Recording Assistant: Logan Hanna
Cello, Viola, Violin: Matt Combs
Claps, Drums, Percussion: Matt Helmkamp
Claps: Shelly Fairchild
Background Vocals: Shelly Fairchild
Claps, Fiddle, Harmonica, Mellotron, Piano: Wes Dorethy
Hammond B3 Organ: Wes Dorethy
Writer: Caroline Watkins
Writer: Lauren Hungate
Writer: Lori McKenna
Lyrics and translation
Original
He don't hear her say, "Goddamn it," when she's clawing out cinder granite.
She's just like ceramic, bound to break.
He don't see her tears on that floor when she's dustin' off the baseboards.
It feels like that's all she's made for nowadays.
And she won't tell him, and he ain't askin'.
Throw another towel in the laundry basket. She ain't happy, but what she needs, she can't buy at the supermarket.
She's a mess, but the house is clean as the cover of Better Homes and Gardens, and he can't read between the lines in the carpet.
No, he can't.
He splits his time between the golf course and gin and tonics on the back porch. He don't talk to her much no more. He only yells.
The kids and pie rolls keep her busy, because when you're born that pretty, you get to be Miss Mississippi and nothing else.
And she won't tell him, and he ain't askin'.
Throw another towel in the laundry basket. She ain't happy, but what she needs, she can't buy at the supermarket.
She's a mess, but the house is clean as the cover of Better Homes and
Gardens. He can't read between the lines in the carpet.
She keeps pushin' that dice and every day all over again.
And he'll come home from work tonight and walk all over them.
He ain't changin', she ain't leavin', because he doesn't hit her and the kids are sleepin'.
And she ain't happy, but what she needs, she can't buy at the supermarket.
She's a mess, but the house is clean as the cover of Better Homes and Gardens, and he can't read between the lines in the carpet.
No, he can't.
English translation
He don't hear her say, "Goddamn it," when she's clawing out cinder granite.
She's just like ceramic, bound to break.
He don't see her tears on that floor when she's dustin' off the baseboards.
It feels like that's all she's made for nowadays.
And she won't tell him, and he ain't askin'.
Throw another towel in the laundry basket. She ain't happy, but what she needs, she can't buy at the supermarket.
She's a mess, but the house is clean as the cover of Better Homes and Gardens, and he can't read between the lines in the carpet.
No, he can't.
He splits his time between the golf course and gin and tonics on the back porch. He don't talk to her much no more. He only yells.
The kids and pie rolls keep her busy, because when you're born that pretty, you get to be Miss Mississippi and nothing else.
And she won't tell him, and he ain't askin'.
Throw another towel in the laundry basket. She ain't happy, but what she needs, she can't buy at the supermarket.
She's a mess, but the house is clean as the cover of Better Homes and
Gardens. He can't read between the lines in the carpet.
She keeps pushin' that dice and every day all over again.
And he'll come home from work tonight and walk all over them.
He ain't changin', she ain't leavin', because he doesn't hit her and the kids are sleepin'.
And she ain't happy, but what she needs, she can't buy at the supermarket.
She's a mess, but the house is clean as the cover of Better Homes and Gardens, and he can't read between the lines in the carpet.
No, he can't.