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Cole Swindell - Home Game (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cole Swindell
Cole Swindell
Lead Vocals
Billy Panda
Billy Panda
Acoustic Guitar
Michael Carter
Michael Carter
Programming
Russell Terrell
Russell Terrell
Background Vocals
Mike Wolofsky
Mike Wolofsky
Bass Guitar
Greg Morrow
Greg Morrow
Drums
James Mitchell
James Mitchell
Electric Guitar
Pat Buchanan
Pat Buchanan
Electric Guitar
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Eshuis
Aaron Eshuis
Songwriter
Brandon Lay
Brandon Lay
Songwriter
Heather Morgan
Heather Morgan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Stankiewicz
Mike Stankiewicz
Assistant Engineer
John Palmieri
John Palmieri
Editing Engineer
Michael Carter
Michael Carter
Producer
Mills Logan
Mills Logan
Recording Engineer
Adam Ayan
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
Patrick Thrasher
Patrick Thrasher
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Boot flask full of Jack, nobody look, nobody'd ask
Holdin' out on a ten o'clock twelve pack, win or lose didn't matter
'Cause soon as those jerseys hit the field
You know that's when it got real
With the rivalries and ride with me's
And let me know where you're gonna be's, yeah
[Verse 2]
At the home game, we'd rock that small town fame in the parkin' lot
All the pretty girls yellin', go big blue
Best part never made the front page news
It was under the bleacher's cigarette, stain on my lips from cowboy red
And her kiss and all of it, all of it, yeah
[Verse 3]
Gone in a flash, the times that we had
Got the pictures to prove the good and the bad
It's just what we did and now nothin's changed
They're still fallin' in love at the home game
[Verse 4]
T-8 still on her cheek, party in a field, she danced with me
That pull you close bottled up all week, win or lose didn't matter
[Verse 5]
At the home game, we'd rock that small town fame in the parkin' lot
All the pretty girls yellin', go big blue
Best part never made the front page news
It was under the bleacher's cigarette, stain on my lips from cowboy red
Her kiss and all of it, all of it, yeah
[Verse 6]
Gone in a flash, the times that we had
Got the pictures to prove the good and the bad
It's just what we did and now nothin's changed
They're still fallin' in love at the home game
[Verse 7]
We had those braggin' rights to all those Friday nights
The stadium lights, those stadium lights
[Verse 8]
At the home game, we'd rock that small town fame in the parkin' lot
All the pretty girls yellin', go big blue
Best part never made the front page news
It was under the bleacher's cigarette, stain on my lips from cowboy red
And her kiss and all of it, all of it, yeah
[Verse 9]
Gone in a flash, the times that we had
Got the pictures to prove the good and the bad
It's just what we did and now nothin's changed
They're still fallin' in love at the home game
[Verse 10]
Yeah, they're still fallin' in love
At the home game
Written by: Aaron Eshuis, Brandon Lay, Heather Morgan
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