Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
HAPPY LANDING
Performer
Matthew Brennan Hendley
Lead Vocals
Keegan Lyle
Harmony Vocals
Wilson Moyer
Bass Guitar
Jacob Christensen
Drums
Andrew Gardner
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Brennan Hendley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hallie Melton
Mastering Engineer
Blake Mohler
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
I was young, and twenty-one
When they held a gun to my head
They yanked me out
By the cross around my neck
Shot the drunk kids in the back of my car
Ah, ah, ah
I couldn't see
Through the bag around my head
But I could feel it as we passed through my town
All the fields and all the streams
All the houses in between
The only thing that's keeping me alive
"Tell me, son, and we just might let you run
Are you workin' for someone or by yourself?"
I said, "Frankly, you can all go straight to hell
I ain't rotting in some pen, I'd rather die with all my friends"
I was young, and twenty-onе
When they held a gun to my hеad
Well, I'm better off dead with an undivided heart
Then to live to see myself turn toward the dark
So I said, "Come on, lose the gun
And fight me like a man
Let God decide who wins and who will die
On this beautiful night" (Woo)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
I was young, and twenty-one
When they held a gun to my head
Well, I'm better off dying with an undivided heart
Then to live to see myself turn toward the dark
"Tell me, son, and we just might let you run
Are you workin' for someone or by yourself?"
Well, I said, "Frankly, you can all go straight to hell
I ain't rotting in some pen, I'd rather die with all my friends"
With all my friends
So, come on, lose the gun
And fight me like a man
Let God decide who wins and who will die
On this beautiful night
Writer(s): Matthew Brennan Hendley
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