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INTERPRETAÇÃO
George Strait
George Strait
Vocais
Chris Stapleton
Chris Stapleton
Vocais
Eddie Bayers
Eddie Bayers
Bateria
Glenn Worf
Glenn Worf
Baixo vertical
Steve Gibson
Steve Gibson
Violão
Matt Rollings
Matt Rollings
Piano
Steve Nathan
Steve Nathan
Órgão Hammond
Brent Mason
Brent Mason
Guitarra elétrica
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Guitarra elétrica
Stuart Duncan
Stuart Duncan
Fiddle
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Chris Stapleton
Chris Stapleton
Composição
Jameson Clark
Jameson Clark
Composição
Timothy James
Timothy James
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
George Strait
George Strait
Coprodução
Chuck Ainlay
Chuck Ainlay
Engenharia (mixagem)
Lance Van Dyke
Lance Van Dyke
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
Jon Clover Brown
Jon Clover Brown
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Engenharia (masterização)
Amy Garges
Amy Garges
Equipe de estúdio
Tony Brown
Tony Brown
Coprodução

Letra

Well, if I go down in history, I'll owe it to this misery From all the lies you told to me and this poor ol' heart you broke Now people, they might walk on by and never even recognize That I'm a legend in disguise, not just your average Joe You'll probably find a picture of me sippin' on my liquor If you look up a world-class fool And I'll say it once again, I'm the best that's ever been At drinkin' doubles up on this stool Well, go on, you can shake my hand Everybody's gonna know my name When they hang my star behind the bar At the Honky Tonk Hall of Fame Whoo Haha hahaha, ha ha Now see those bottles in a line, every one's a friend of mine (aw, mine too) And we have us a real good time in spite of all the pain But bein' famous has a price, there's smoke and mirrors and neon lights I'm livin' proof that lonely nights can drive a man insane You'll probably find a picture of me sippin' on my liquor If you look up a world-class fool And I'll say it once again, I'm the best that's ever been At drinkin' doubles up on this stool Well, go on, you can shake my hand Everybody's gonna know my name When they hang my star behind the bar At the Honky Tonk Hall of Fame Well, you'll probably find a picture of me sippin' on my liquor If you look up a world-class fool And I'll say it once again, I'm the best that's ever been At drinkin' doubles up on this stool Well, go on, you can shake my hand Everybody's gonna know my name When they hang my star behind the bar At the Honky Tonk Hall of Fame Yeah, they'll hang our stars behind the bar At the Honky Tonk Hall of Fame Aw, yeah Cheers, brother
Writer(s): Christopher Alvin Stapleton, James Tim, Jameson Clark Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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