Emily Rodgers-vocals, guitar
Jon Paslov-guitar, bass
Megan Williams-violin
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It was coffeeshops and whiskey
We were floating down the Ohio River.
We were singing for strangers,
We were headed down the highway,
I said I’m packed up,
I’m ready to go.
But then the shops filled up
And I couldn’t remember why I came
Cuz I’m sick to death of winter and
I’m sick to death of you
It was all night parties and
The summer streets at night,
It was the end of the world
And we knew it
But then the moon caved in
In all your yawning glory
And I said maybe I’m just
Tired of being underwhelmed
And I see you’re still doing
That big country show.
And meanwhile my touchstones
Have faded in and out and I said
Baby, I’m just no good, no good for you
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