Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cody Johnson
Lead Vocals
Carl Miner
Acoustic Guitar
Morgan Myles
Background Vocals
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Brian Pruitt
Drums
Adam Shoenfeld
Electric Guitar
James Mitchell
Electric Guitar
Justin Ostrander
Electric Guitar
Billy Nobel
Keyboards
Scotty Sanders
Guitar
Jim Brown
Organ
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Barrett Baber
Songwriter
Trent Willmon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trent Willmon
Producer
Todd Tidwell
Assistant Engineer
Jack Clarke
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Wearing your black dress, red shoes
Make up, perfume and diamonds
You always impress, turn heads
The second you walk through the door
You're like a real life, work of fine art
Baby you're priceless
And I just wanna get home
Get that black dress down on the floor
'Cause when you got nothing on
There ain't nothing wrong
Loving you all night long's all I wanna do
I've seen the mountains high
I've sailed the ocean blue
When you got nothing on
Ain't nothing got nothing on you
You're better than Venice, Vegas
New York, L.A. or Paris
Baby your Vermont in the Fall
The Grand Canyon on a full moon
Oh and they can keep those high rise
High priced mansions
I wouldn't trade places
Long as I'm here with you baby
I've got a room with a view
'Cause when you got nothing on
There ain't nothing wrong
Loving you all night long's all I wanna do
I've seen the mountains high
I've sailed the ocean blue
When you got nothing on
Ain't nothing got nothing on you
Yeah, 'cause I've seen the mountains high
I've sailed the ocean blue
When you got nothing on
Ain't nothing got nothing on you
When you got nothing on
Ain't nothing got nothing on you
Ain't nothing got nothing on you baby
Writer(s): Trent Willmon, Barrett Baber
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