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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kip Moore
Acoustic Guitar
Brett James
Background Vocals
Tommy Harden
Drums
Howard Duck
Keyboards
Troy Lancaster
Electric Guitar
Mike Brignardello
Bass Guitar
Scotty Sanders
Steel Guitar
Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar
Scott Williamson
Drums
Steve Bryant
Bass Guitar
Mike Durham
Electric Guitar
Dave Lapsley
Electric Guitar
Adam Browder
Electric Guitar
Mike Rojas
Keyboards
Charlie Judge
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kip Moore
Songwriter
Blair Daly
Songwriter
Troy Verges
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brett James
Producer
Ben Fowler
Engineer
Nick Brophy
Mixing Engineer
Mike Griffith
Studio Personnel
Joe Martino
Assistant Recording Engineer
Nate Lowery
Studio Personnel
Lyrics
When the lights go down
When you're stuck here in this town
With nowhere to go
So you escape through the radio
And you worked all week
To barely make ends meet
Well, I got a little cash burning holes in my pocket
Foot on the gas, taking off like a rocket
So come on, come on
Baby, I'm buying
I got enough to last us all night and
You got the kiss that tastes like honey
And I got a little beer money
Tonight, tonight
Baby, we're drinkin'
Let's wake the town that never stops sleeping
You got the kiss that tastes like honey
And I got a little beer money
We can dance in the dark
Blow the speakers out of this car
Light it up, burn it down
Until the morning rolls around
In a field, where we can scream
Get away with almost anything
Yeah, every now and then you gotta raise a little hell
Hope we get lucky and stay out of jail
So come on, come on
Baby, I'm buying
I got enough to last us all night and
You got the kiss that tastes like honey
And I got a little beer money
Tonight, tonight
Baby, we're drinkin'
Let's wake the town that never stops sleeping
You got the kiss that tastes like honey
And I got a little beer money
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
So come on, come on
Baby, I'm buying
I got enough to last us all night and
You got the kiss that tastes like honey
And I got a little bit of beer money
Tonight, tonight
Baby, we're drinkin'
Let's wake the town that never stops sleeping
You got the kiss that tastes like honey
And I got a little beer money
So come on, come on
Yeah, come on, come on
Writer(s): Troy Verges, Blair Daly, Kip Christian Moore
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