Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dierks Bentley
Vocals
Trombone Shorty
Trombone
Ross Copperman
Programming
Lee Hendricks
Bass Guitar
Craig Wright
Drums
Jedd Hughes
Electric Guitar
Charles Worsham
Acoustic Guitar
Russ Pahl
Pedal Steel Guitar
Jeff Coffin
Saxophone
Mike Haynes
Trumpet
Roy Agee
Trombone
Natalie Hemby
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dierks Bentley
Songwriter
Natalie Hemby
Songwriter
Steven Moakler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ross Copperman
Producer
Arturo Buenahora, Jr.
Executive Producer
M. Allen Parker
Recording Engineer
Josh Ditty
Assistant Recording Engineer
Danny Rader
Overdub Engineer
Buckley Miller
Editing Engineer
Brian David Willis
Editing Engineer
Reid Shippen
Mixing Engineer
Daniel Bacigalupi
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Alena Moran
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Charles Smith
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Damn, she hurts the morning after
Drunk on thinking I could have her
Strung her out long like lights on a balcony
Come Wednesday, she don't care
Tuesday night, I had her here
Like beads and feathers, it was heaven her hanging on me
She took me for a ride, hit a new high
Throwing confetti in her green eyes
Trying like hell to hold the bell of a ball
She pulled me in a world of wonder
It's a charade trying to love her
It's like trying to save a soul from Mardi Gras
From Mardi Gras
Trashed my heart just like these streets
Her perfume's all over me
Just reminded me of a night I can't forget
She paraded me around
Swirled eyes, not I had a crown on my head 'til she left
Thought she'd stay, but instead
She took me for a ride, hit a new high
Throwing confetti in her green eyes
Trying like hell to hold the bell of a ball
She pulled me in a world of wonder
It's a charade trying to love her
It's like trying to save a soul from Mardi Gras
From Mardi Gras
From Mardi Gras
She ain't looking for love
No, she's just looking for a real good time
And you can't change her weather
She's a hurricane every time
She took me for a ride, hit a new high
Throwing confetti in her green eyes
Trying like hell to hold the bell of a ball
She pulled me in a world of wonder
It's a charade trying to love her
It's like trying to save a soul from Mardi Gras
From Mardi Gras
From Mardi Gras
From Mardi Gras
Mardi Gras
Writer(s): Steven Moakler, Natalie Hemby, Dierks Bentley
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