All songs written by Joe Augustin (Achilles Tenderloin)
Joe Augustin: guitar and lead vocals
Kate Wakefield: cello and vocal harmonies
Moriah Lawson: mandolin and vocal harmonies
Brian Hoeflich: percussion and upright bass
Produced and engineered by Patrick Himes at Reel Love Recording Company in Dayton, Ohio.

I'm goin' to the city to sell my song
Goin' to the city, but I won't be long
Don't be long
Just follow the stream to the railroad track
Follow this dream to the city and back
But I'd rather be kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kissin' you

Don’t be long

Went to the city to sling my print
Try to squeeze three dollars from the four I spent
Don't be long
I'd rather sing underneath your tree
Maybe you'll share your peaches with me
I'd rather be kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kissin' you

Don’t be long

Goin' to the city to sell my song
Goin' to the city, but I won't be long
Don't be long
Got a pocket full o' pickin and rhymes
To trade for bottles and nickels and dimes
But I'd rather be kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kissin' you

Don’t be long

Went to the city to sell my soul--
Try a deal with a devil--his hands were full
Don't be long
Brought five and forty for the radio
Please spin my story, so I can go--
Home

All songs written by Joe Augustin (Achilles Tenderloin)
Joe Augustin: guitar and lead vocals
Kate Wakefield: cello and vocal harmonies
Moriah Lawson: mandolin and vocal harmonies
Anna Pasquarello: flute
Aaron Nell: penny whistle
Brian Hoeflich: percussion
Patrick Himes: electric bass
Produced and engineered by Patrick Himes at Reel Love Recording Company in Dayton, Ohio.

The curve of your arm
Is the comfort I crave
My moon, my castaway crush.
I'll weather the storm
In taverns and caves,
While I covet the warmth of your touch.

Hang on to your heart;
And I'll carry mine.
Let none of us run, when we're called.
Just crawl through my window,
Some slow, summer night;
And throw blue silhouettes on the wall.

I saw, through the fog,
Your faraway isle,
When you laid your green lamp on the dock.
Just sing me to sleep
From your bright, crescent beach,
While I try not to crash on the rocks.

Hang on to your heart;
And I'll carry mine.
Let none of us run, when we're called.
Just crawl through my window,
Some slow, summer night;
And throw blue silhouettes on the wall.