Palmyra: "Happy Pills" | LIVE Studio Performance

"Happy Pills" written by Mānoa Lewis Bell, Theodore James Chipouras, Willis Macy Landon (Palmyra). Mānoa Bell, bass; Teddy Chipouras, electric guitar; Sasha Landon, mandolin, guitar. Recorded September 21, 2023 at The Studios Nashville during @americanafest @PalmyraTheBand   / palmyratheband   https://www.palmyratheband.com/about https://linktr.ee/palmyratheband Subscribe and discover new artists weekly. Go behind the scenes and catch sneak previews:   / saltlicksessions     / salt.lick.sessions   Salt Lick Sessions are part of the Salt Lick Incubator, a nonprofit artist development organization supporting musicians in their creative journeys. To learn more, donate, sign up for eNews, apply for an artist grant, or apply to appear on a future session, please visit https://www.saltlickincubator.org. Producers: Mānoa Lewis Bell, Theodore James Chipouras, Willis Macy Landon, Roger Brown, Beane, Liza Levy, Jennifer Roe Recording Engineer: Brook Sutton Mixing engineer: Will Tyson Videographer: Joseph A. Spence 2nd Camera Operator: Adam Jones Video editor: Adam Jones LYRICS I can't sit still, I think my happy pills are wearing off I blame myself, I blame my doctor, didn't care enough I love the holidays, I love to work but I need a few months off I think you were on to something when you told me you don't think I'm man enough We aren't dead yet but we're not far from it, honey You don't want to end up like every other kid that grew up with their head in the gutter We aren't dead yet but we're not far from it Oh, call your mama on your way home from work One day you'll wish that you could tell her you love her Tell her you love her Tell her you love her Tell her you love her One day you'll wish that you could tell her you love her I signed a lease with a hunky-dory man of god He's an evangelist, I lied about my faith and now I'm damned, aw hell I love to people-please, I always tell 'em what you want to hear And I work hard, I don't complain, I love my family and I'm almost here We aren't dead yet but we're not far from it, honey You don't want to end up like every other kid that grew up with their head in the gutter We aren't dead yet but we're not far from it Oh, call your mama on your way home from work One day you'll wish that you could tell her you love her Tell her you love her Tell her you love her Tell her you love her One day you'll wish that you could tell her you love her I won't forget crying on the interstate at one a.m. I went to Philly, I drove into the city and I swear, I swear that I'm never going back again I left my debit card, I left a fifty-eight, I left my stone-faced, stone-cold heart Drove back to Roanoke, I hope my Pennsylvania blues start wearing off We aren't dead yet but we're not far from it, honey You don't want to end up like every other kid that grew up with their head in the gutter We aren't dead yet but we're not far from it Oh, call your mama on your way home from work One day you'll wish that you could tell her you love her One day you'll wish that you could tell her you love her One day you'll wish that you could tell her you love her