Lyrics by B. Hoshaw
That new nurse is leaving
And he’s lying on his death bed
He knows that he’s forgiven
But it’d be nice to hear her say it
He’s fallen prey to a broken heart
He’s fallen prey to a broken heart
He’s fallen prey to a broken heart
And all of his women
Are busy making their memory books
But none of them are living
They gave that up once they lost their looks
They’ve fallen prey to a broken heart
They’ve fallen prey to a broken heart
They’ve fallen prey to a broken heart
That cute nurse is leaving
And I’m lying on my death bed
I know that I’m forgiven
But it’d be nice to hear him say it
I’ve fallen prey to a broken heart
I’ve fallen prey to a broken heart
I’ve fallen prey to a broken heart
Funeral guns tear me apart
I’ve fallen prey to a broken heart
Funeral guns tear me apart
I’ve fallen prey to a broken heart
Funeral guns tear me apart
Funeral guns tear me apart
Funeral guns tear me apart
Funeral guns tear me apart
Funeral guns tear me apart
from
Funeral Guns,
released February 21, 2014
Brad Hoshaw - Vocals / Acoustic Guitar / Background Vocals
Matt Whipkey - Electric Guitar / Harmonica
Craig Balderston - Electric Bass
J. Scott Gaeta - Drums and Percussion / Background Vocals / Electric Guitar / Keys / Banjo / Mandolin
Recorded by J. Scott Gaeta at The Music Factory Productions [Omaha, NE]
Produced by Brad Hoshaw and J. Scott Gaeta
Mixed by Ben Brodin at ARC Studios [Omaha, NE]
Mastered by Doug Van Sloun at FOCUS Mastering [Omaha, NE]