More songs by Parker McCollum
Description
Vocalist, Composer Lyricist: Parker McCollum
Background Vocalist: Adam Wright
Background Vocalist: Aubrie Sellers
Producer: Frank Liddell
Recording Engineer, Producer, Mixing Engineer: Eric Masse
Recording Second Engineer: Joey Stanca
Recording Second Engineer: Anna Lise Liddell
Additional Engineer: Mai Leisz
Mastering Engineer: Stephen Marcussen
Production Coordinator: Brittany Hamlin
Composer Lyricist: Hillary Lindsey
Composer Lyricist: Liz Rose
Composer Lyricist: Lori McKenna
Lyrics and translation
Original
Big old fancy house, bunch of fancy cars.
Your perfume on the pillowcase, two swimming pools in the yard.
Flowers on the windowsill looking like they're about to die.
Yeah, this big old empty house is just eating me alive.
Well, I thought you would be the one to kill me, guess it's true.
I can't live with your memory, what do I do?
I thought that I could live without you and I lied.
Yeah, this big old empty house is just eating me alive.
Can't walk out the door now, devil's got the key.
He's the only one besides God who knows why you quit loving me.
The walls are closing in now, get to talking late at night.
Yeah, this big old empty house is just eating me alive.
Well,
I thought you would be the one to kill me, guess it's true.
I can't live with your memory, what do I do? I thought that I could live without you and
I lied.
Well, I thought you would be the one to kill me, guess it's true.
I can't live with your memory, what do I do? I thought that I could live without you and
I lied.
Yeah, this big old empty house is just eating me alive.
Yeah, this big old empty house is just eating me alive.
Big old fancy house, bunch of fancy cars.