Hell of a Time - Jackson James

Written and arranged by Jackson James

Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Drums, Lap Steel, Keys, Programming by Jackson James
Additional keyboards by Theo Hoffstrom, Jack Bobley, Toby Masick
Additional Engineering by Theo Hoffstrom, Delaney Sheehan
Mixed by Jackson James and Theo Hoffstrom
Mastered by Theo Hoffstrom

I'm so tired of talking and
Getting so drunk I could die
I know I'm looking for something
But I can't figure out why
I've searched for years in the desert
And by that, I mean the sand
I finally found the elixir
And by that, I mean your hand

So, sleepy baby
What are you doing this week
I'd say we'd put on a movie
The ones we pick are so bleak
You always know what you're thinking
I'm always out of my mind
I'm such a damn good accomplice
We have a hell of a time

If you find that you weren't mine
Well I'll pack up my things
Sorry for wasting your time
But I think that we got it right
Even still you get tears in your eyes
So I keep my arms open
For when you need to cry
Will you open yours for mine