Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Night Game
Performer
Martin Johnson
Vocals
Francois Tetaz
Keyboards
Brandon Paddock
Programming
Ryland Blackington
Keyboards
Kirin J Callinan
Electric Guitar
Sean Hurley
Bass Guitar
Michael Iveson
Drums
John Kirby
Keyboards
Eric Garner
Triangle
Dale Spollett
Background Vocals
Morgan Dorr
Background Vocals
Patrick Wimberly
Background Vocals
Andrew VanWyngarden
Background Vocals
Connan Mockasin
Background Vocals
Molly McCook
Background Vocals
Jacqueline Miskanic
Background Vocals
John Keefe
Background Vocals
Gang Vocals
Choir
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Martin Johnson
Composer
Francois Tetaz
Songwriter
Kevin Griffin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Martin Johnson
Producer
Francois Tetaz
Producer
Brandon Paddock
Engineer
Kevin Bisch
Additional Producer
Kyle Moorman
Engineer
Devin Kam
Assistant Engineer
Nicholas Morsov
Engineer
Travis Ferrence
Engineer
Ryland Blackington
Engineer
Dan Piscina
Assistant Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Adam Barnes
Choreography
Lyrics
He was 18 and wasted
Bedroom in the basement
Parents' house Tucson, Arizona
What do you expect from a high school diploma?
Working hours in the shoe store
Selling dimes out the backdoor
And he puts on his prom crown,
Says to his mama "I'm the king of this town"
Won't you take me out?
I hear the midnight streets are calling
You can hold me down
But like a bird I'm just free falling
Here's to these american nights
We're having the time of our lives
Living, dreaming, feeling,
never sleeping till we see the morning light,
On these American nights
Neighborhood kid just back from the desert
Tattoo and a discharge letter
VA in the St. John's, 6 times a week
He still sleeps with his boots on
She skipped track up to Brooklyn, with a dream and some dark skin
Graveyard at the Rhino
This is the place where the stars shine, you know
Won't you take me out?
I hear the midnight streets are calling
You can hold me down
But like a bird I'm just free falling
Here's to these american nights
We're having the time of our lives
Living, dreaming, feeling,
Never sleeping till we see the morning light
On these American nights
Hey
Hey
Hey
On these American nights
Hey
On these American nights
Hey
Sky's black in November
Nothing good lasts forever
Twelve gauge heart in a machine gun town
Whole life running, you can't stop now
Here's to these American nights
We're having the time of our lives
Living on a feeling, I got a feeling that it's gonna be alright
On these American nights
On these American nights
Hey
On these American nights
On these American nights
Hey
On these American nights
On these American nights
Writer(s): Kevin Griffin, Martin Johnson, Francois Tetaz
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