More songs by Vincent Mason
Description
Producer: Jake Gear
Composer Lyricist, Producer, Vocalist: Vincent Mason
Producer, Recording Engineer: Brett Truitt
Production Coordinator: Alyson McAnally
Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer: Logan Matheny
Recording Second Engineer: Will Kienzle
Mixing Second Engineer: Caleb Kuhlmann
Mastering Engineer: Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer: Daniel Bacigalupi
Composer Lyricist: Luke Laird
Composer Lyricist: Hillary Lindsey
Composer Lyricist: Jack Rauton
Lyrics and translation
Original
I don't usually come to town 'til after the sun goes down.
And I got something to drink about and I do.
If I was good at holding on, maybe she wouldn't be so gone, and maybe I'd sit here and talk to you.
But I got my hat pulled down low, headed down the same dead end road.
So don't ask me how I'm doing. Don't ask me how I've been.
Don't ask about those empty cans rolling around in my truck bed.
I left them there when she left. I put us out like a cigarette.
If you wanna know where good things go when you leave, don't ask me.
No, don't ask me.
Why I can't get a broke heart working.
Why I ain't good with words.
Why I get a good thing rolling then I run it right in the dirt.
Hell, I ain't really sure. So don't ask me how I'm doing.
Don't ask me how I've been.
Don't ask about those empty cans rolling around in my truck bed.
I left them there when she left. I put us out like a cigarette.
If you wanna know where good things go when they leave, don't ask me.
No, don't ask me.
'Cause if I knew, if I knew,
I wouldn't be here with my hat pulled down low, wondering about the things I let go.
So don't ask me how I'm doing.
Don't ask me how I've been.
Don't ask about those empty cans rolling around in my truck bed.
I left them there when she left. I put us out like a cigarette.
If you wanna know where good things go when they leave, don't ask me.
No, don't ask me.
Don't ask me.
No, don't ask me.
English translation
I don't usually come to town 'til after the sun goes down.
And I got something to drink about and I do.
If I was good at holding on, maybe she wouldn't be so gone, and maybe I'd sit here and talk to you.
But I got my hat pulled down low, headed down the same dead end road.
So don't ask me how I'm doing. Don't ask me how I've been.
Don't ask about those empty cans rolling around in my truck bed.
I left them there when she left. I put us out like a cigarette.
If you wanna know where good things go when you leave, don't ask me.
No, don't ask me.
Why I can't get a broke heart working.
Why I ain't good with words.
Why I get a good thing rolling then I run it right in the dirt.
Hell, I ain't really sure. So don't ask me how I'm doing.
Don't ask me how I've been.
Don't ask about those empty cans rolling around in my truck bed.
I left them there when she left. I put us out like a cigarette.
If you wanna know where good things go when they leave, don't ask me.
No, don't ask me.
'Cause if I knew, if I knew,
I wouldn't be here with my hat pulled down low, wondering about the things I let go.
So don't ask me how I'm doing.
Don't ask me how I've been.
Don't ask about those empty cans rolling around in my truck bed.
I left them there when she left. I put us out like a cigarette.
If you wanna know where good things go when they leave, don't ask me.
No, don't ask me.
Don't ask me.
No, don't ask me.