@scribblednotes-1: i think repeat will do that?

My god this song just GROOVES. Love that swing vibe!

My girlfriend is apart of a swing dance troupe in Minneapolis. She is going to love this!

Andy, this is GREAT! I hear how you grow as an artis, awesome. Just awesome. Hope to see you somewhere in the future. 0/

Different but still cool, like all your stuff

it's awesome to hear your talent grow and change and try new things. this is great and i can't wait to hear more and see you live again to support his album. i need to buy a record player.

ATILLA AMBRUS 
Produced by: Picnic Tyme
Additional Synths & Bass: Adam Pickrell
Additional Drum Programming: John Congleton
Horns: Reggie Pace

  Girl, I’ll make a mink stole from the Spanish Moss 
And drag a shot of whiskey up from the river bottom 
We ain't got to swallow our pride! 
We ain't got to swallow our pride!  
Gimmie a long kiss goodbye, hold your heart
 Be sure and tell em all just why I shot him
 Don't ever let em catch you cryin!
Don't ever let em catch you cryin!  

Come on lady i been waitin patient pacing playing the wall for maybe half of the night 
You been playin hard to get, you taste your fingertips, you dip into the glass and spin the ice
  The heat is on the kettle now, we'll never settle down, and darlin i ain't asking for life 
Let's blow some steam, and spin across the planks and beams, I wanna dance and shake the rafters and lights
  Old John Law's gonna drag our asses through the streets 
When he slaps them cuffs on my hands I want blisters 
Blisters on my feet
Blisters on my feet
Blisters on my feet
Bring that chorus back for me!  

CHORUS

  I ain't never seen a man who could make sense of what the good lord is asking us right
 I wasn't born to kill, but baby, that's just morning’s pill that we don't have to swallow tonight  
All our friends had bitter ends with broken bottle hands and cigarettes for lashes on eyes
 So let's collapse on boulevards of bottle caps, and sing a song for all the crap in our lives. 
  I know we got blues beating down our door 
Got a time till sunrise, so flip that deadbolt and get back out on the floor  Old John Law's gonna drag our asses through the streets
 When he slaps them cuffs on my hands I want blisters
 Blisters on my feet
Blisters on my feet
Blisters on my feet
Bring that chorus back for me!

CHORUS 

SONG PRODUCED BY: Picnic Tyme
ADDITIONAL SYNTHS & BASS: Adam Pickerell
ADDITIONAL DRUM PROGRAMING BY: John Congleton
HORNS: Reggie Pace

EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: Justin Vernon
ALBUM PRODUCED, ENGINEERED, & RECORDED BY: John Congleton at April Base Studios. Fall Creek, WI
MIXED BY: John Congleton at The Elm Street Funeral Home. Dallas, TX
MASTERED BY: Heba Kadry at Timeless Mastering. Brooklyn, NY

Cover Photo: Cameron Wittig
HMUA: Romney Chan
“Florida Flag Robe” Designed and Made by: Lina Tillmann
“Handmade Helvetica” Font by: Andy McAlpine

Under Exclusive LIcense from Astronautalis to Cargo Records in the EU and SideOneDummy in all other territories.

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