From the recording Half-Light
Kelcy Mae: vocals, rhythm guitar, additional vocals
Rick Nelson: upright bass, violin, piano, additional vocals
Andrew Campanelli: drums
Lucy Cordts: banjo
Mitch Palmer: slide guitar
Jason Rhein: additional percussion, additional vocals
Alexandra Scott: additional vocals
Alexis Marceaux: additional vocals
Written by Kelcy D. Wilburn (BMI)
Published by Parish Road Music (BMI)
Produced by Kelcy Wilburn (Kelcy Mae), Jason Rhein, Rick Nelson
Recorded by Rick Nelson & Jason Rhein at Marigny Recording Studios in New Orleans, LA
Mixed by Jason Rhein at Marigny Recording Studios in New Orleans, LA
Mastered by Eric Conn at Independent Mastering in Nashville, TN
Lyrics
Sweet reverie ain't so sweet to me
I got a hole in my stomach
and I can't find no sleep
no matter how many hours I spend counting sheep
the later the hour the more I see
in the walls of my head and the black of the screen
we keep the lights down low
we keep the lights down low
and one by one the hours come and go
Oh, two by two says I'm with you
Oh we scammed this thing like devils do
Oh how the whiskey means it's winter
oh how the devil loves a sinnger
oh how the whiskey burns in summer
pouring like the sweat of a funeral drummer
In the shadows of the hang men
we'll hope for a tune
though they've done nothing wrong
they fill this room
with strings as taught as our strung out nerves
these ropes are the notes of a sad songbird
I'm stalking your words like poets do
stealing the meaning with each guileful move
So hand me that melody over nice and slow
you got a barrel aimed at you and nowhere to go
Oh how the whiskey means it's winter
oh how the devil loves a sinner
oh how the whiskey burns in summer
pouring like the sweat of a funeral drummer
Singin' I'll fly away oh glory, I'll fly away
When I die hallelujah bye and bye
I'll fly away
Oh how the whiskey means it's winter
Oh how the whiskey means it's winter
Oh how the whiskey means it's winter
oh how the devil loves a sinner
oh how the whiskey burns in summer
oh how the whiskey burns in summer
oh how the whiskey burns in summer
pouring like the sweat of a funeral drummer
Sweet reverie ain't so sweet to me