Philippe Bronchtein - Pedal Steel
Adam Chaffins - Bass
Rob Eaton Jr. - Electric Guitar, Percussion, Vocals
John Ginty - Organ
George Jackson - Fiddle
MJW- Acoustic Guitar, Vocals

Lyrics

Lying in the way you do
When you’re hiding from the sun sinking
Stealing all your time drinking
Your pockets through

It’s five o’clock, you’re half sleeping
Concentrating on breathing
You can’t keep a job
Or a lady in the town

Heaven ain’t somewhere you’re going
You know, hell ain’t hard to find
Don’t you cut the line
Roll another dime

See the creatures of the night
In the barren side of town
They’re scrambling and fighting
For the last good thing around

It’s the kind of burned out strip
No law man controls
If you don’t have money here,
It’s better not to show

Heaven ain’t somewhere you’re going
You know, hell ain’t hard to find
Don’t you cut the line
Roll another dime

You know which way the fight’s going
One more Monday night, snowed in
The blood is dripping down
But you’re just black and blue

Numbers on the screen flashing
They’re asking if your check’s cashed in
But no one’s seen her ‘round
Since Saturday at noon   Heaven ain’t somewhere she’s going
You know, hell ain’t hard to find
Don’t you cut the line
Roll another dime
Hell ain’t hard to find
Roll another dime