Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vincent Neil Emerson
Acoustic Guitar
Shooter Jennings
Piano
Jamie Douglass
Drums
Jon Graboff
Pedal Steel Guitar
Ted Russell Kamp
Bass
John Schreffler Jr.
Electric Guitar
John Frederick Schreffler
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vincent Neil Emerson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shooter Jennings
Producer
David Spreng
Recording Engineer
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Write me a letter, baby, send it by the mail
I'm in the care of the Fort Worth jail
I was out movin' on a blood moon night
12 just hit me with them flashin' lights
Come on, babe
Hang your head down low
Well, I'm on my way to heaven
Just please let me go
Late in the evenin' when that train rolls by
Right out the window, I can hear it cry
Engineer highballin' all through the night
Ol' Texas Eagle on that Mopac line
Come on, babe
Hang your head down low
Well, I'm on my way to heaven
Just please let me go
I hear the sirens howlin' in my mind
And I see it every time I close my eyes
My heart is beatin' like a timpani drum
I'm thinkin' to myself, "Lord, what have I done?"
Come on, babe
Hang your head down low
Well, I'm on my way to heaven
Just please let me go
Tell my mama that I ain't comin' home
Get that public defendant on the telephone
Take out the money from that old shoebox
You'll find the key behind the cuckoo clock
Come on, babe
Hang your head down low
Well, I'm on my way to heaven
Judge, please let me go
Go on, boy
Writer(s): Vincent Neil Emerson
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