Jesse Keyes: acoustic guitar, vocals
Myra Keyes: vocals
Scott Van Schoick: piano
Paul Brainard: pedal steel
Marc Hutchinson: saxophone
Sage Fisher: harp
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Lyin’, stealin’
Chasin’ that taste of sin
With a cheap drink on me
And a sad joke for free
Hey baby don’t you recognize your old boy?
I’m asleep out in the yard again
Dead days and black highways and freezin’ nights
And a moon so bright
That’s you, when I see through
Fallin’, cheatin’
Wastin’ what I have been
Workin’ hard to be tired
Get paid or get fired
Hey there baby won’t you put on your best smile?
It’s the one you used to use on me
Oh jeez, oh please pretty please, I see the light
Make a wrong go right
Like you do
But mean it
Gotta feel it
No bullshit
I’ll call it
If you’re lyin’
If you’re lyin’
If you’re lyin’
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