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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Reba McEntire
Reba McEntire
Vocals
Eddie Bayers
Eddie Bayers
Drums
Matt Betton
Matt Betton
Drums
Bill Cooley
Bill Cooley
Electric Guitar
Billy Joe Walker, Jr.
Billy Joe Walker, Jr.
Acoustic Guitar
Reggie Young
Reggie Young
Electric Guitar
Don Potter
Don Potter
Acoustic Guitar
David Hungate
David Hungate
Bass Guitar
Donnie LaValley
Donnie LaValley
Steel Guitar
Ricky Solomon
Ricky Solomon
Fiddle
John Hobbs
John Hobbs
Piano
Pake McEntire
Pake McEntire
Vocals
Suzy Hoskins
Suzy Hoskins
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dave Loggins
Dave Loggins
Composer
Don Schlitz
Don Schlitz
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Reba McEntire
Reba McEntire
Producer
Jimmy Bowen
Jimmy Bowen
Producer
Bob Bullock
Bob Bullock
Mixing Engineer
Ron Treat
Ron Treat
Recording Engineer
Willie Pevear
Willie Pevear
Recording Engineer
Mark Coddington
Mark Coddington
Assistant Recording Engineer
Steve Tillisch
Steve Tillisch
Recording Engineer
Chuck Ainlay
Chuck Ainlay
Recording Engineer
Tim Kish
Tim Kish
Assistant Recording Engineer
Russ Martin
Russ Martin
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

We had a fight
A lover's quarrel
Angry words spoken in haste
Deep in the night
It went out of control
And with tears streaming down my face
I slammed the door and I walked out
Swearing that we were through
Now I'm sitting in a bar
Thinking I've gone too far
Wondering what I'm going to do
Thinking about calling you
To my left blue collar
To my right a high dollar man
Across the bar, a smooth bartender
Who thinks I'm in the palm of his hand
Well, they buy me drinks
Light my cigarette
They're all wondering which one I'm going to choose
Oh, my hand's on my glass
My second margarita
And my mind is on you
My mind is on you
Well, I ran away
In a moment of weakness
I couldn't hold my own
I should stay
Because being together
Means more than who was right or wrong
And sitting in a room full of lonely faces
You're the only one I see
If you only knew
I was thinking of you
Would you come and rescue me
Maybe I should call and see
To my left blue collar
To my right a high dollar man
Across the bar, a smooth bartender
Who thinks I'm in the palm of his hand
Well, they buy me drinks
Light my cigarette
They're all wondering which one I'm going to choose
Oh, my hand's on my glass
My second margarita
And my mind is on you
My mind is on you
To my left blue collar
To my right a high dollar man
Across the bar, a smooth bartender
Who thinks I'm in the palm of his hand
Well, they buy me drinks
Light my cigarette
They're all wondering which one I'm going to choose
Oh, my hand's on my glass
My second margarita
And my mind is on you
My mind is on you
Written by: Dave Loggins, Don Schlitz
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