Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Taylor Swift
Lead Vocals
Bruce Bouton
Dobro
Eric Darken
Percussion
Lex Price
Mandolin
Nathan Chapman
Acoustic Guitar
Nick Buda
Drums
Rob Hajacos
Fiddle
Tim Marks
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taylor Swift
Songwriter
Liz Rose
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aaron Chmielewsk
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chad Carlson
Recording Engineer
Chuck Ainlay
Mixing Engineer
Greg Lawrence
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nathan Chapman
Producer
Lyrics
He said the way my blue eyes shined
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said, "That's a lie"
Just a boy in a Chevy truck
That had a tendency of gettin' stuck
On back roads at night
And I was right there beside him all summer long
And then the time we woke up to find that summer gone
But when you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness
I hope you think that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think of me
September saw a month of tears
And thankin' God that you weren't here
To see me like that
But in a box beneath my bed
Is a letter that you never read
From three summers back
It's hard not to find it all a little bittersweet
And lookin' back on all of that, it's nice to believe
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness
I hope you think that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think of me
And I'm back for the first time since then
I'm standin' on your street
And there's a letter left on your doorstep
And the first thing that you'll read
Is when you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think my favorite song
Someday you'll turn your radio on
I hope it takes you back to that place
When you think happiness
I hope you think that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think of me
Oh, think of me, hmm
He said the way my blue eyes shined
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said, "That's a lie"
Writer(s): Taylor Swift, Liz Rose
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