James Scott Bullard - Lead Vocals & Acoustic Guitars
Stephanie Fagan - Lead Vocals
Jeff Springs - Electric Guitars, Acoustic Guitars, Lap Steel
Justin Banks - Organ
Kevin Singleton - Bass
Mike Knight - Drums & Percussion
Rebecca Morning - Background Vocals
Jordan Adams - Background Vocals
Produced by Missy Davis Jones & Ken "Dakota" Jones
Tracked, Mixed & Mastered by Ken "Dakota" Jones
Southern Harmony Recording Studio, Florence, SC
Album Cover Art by: Rebecca Morning
Jacket Design/Layout by Missy Davis Jones
© and ℗ Big Mavis, LLC
I spent the night pickin’ rose petals up off the floor,
And the heart that you knocked off my sleeve
when you slammed the door.
And you could have thought of 10,000 things to say,
But you couldn’t think of one good reason for me to stay.
I found a box of letters you left behind,
And I read them all over tears and a bottle of wine,
They said all the things I guess you’d been wanting to say,
And each one said; “P.S. I just can’t go on this way.”
12 yellow roses, 2 rings, and one broken heart,
Is all I got left to show for fallin’ apart.
I’ve never been so lonesome in all of my life,
Elizabeth, what seems to be the trouble tonight?
You say you spent most of our time together, alone,
My body was there, but it seemed as though my heart was gone.
Love is a stray kinda bullet that bears no one’s name,
but you handed me a gun and I blew you away.
I told you when I first met you that I’d let you down,
I can’t for the life of me see why you stuck around.
So if I come by just to see what condition you’re in,
I’m sure you’ll be far from alright and close to the end.