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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Bryan Sutton
Acoustic Guitar
Tony Lucido
Bass
David Dorn
Keyboards
Evan Hutchings
Drums
Kris Donegan
Electric Guitar
Maddie Marlow
Vocals
Taylor Dye
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deric Ruttan
Songwriter
Forest Glen Whitehead
Songwriter
Maddie Marlow
Songwriter
Taylor Dye
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Derek Wells
Producer
Jimmy Robbins
Producer
Dave Clauss
Mixing Engineer
Buckley Miller
Editing Engineer
Ben Fowler
Recording Engineer
Lowell Reynolds
Assistant Recording Engineer
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You're always 20 minutes late
'Cause you can't find your keys
And you never miss a game
Of your hometown team
So, your 2 A.M. call, ain't out of the blue
Boy, I know you
[Verse 2]
You're either shooting back Jack or sippin' Johnny Walker Black
At a bar, you can stumble home from
Or you're sitting all alone, getting lost in your phone
Reminiscing on our days in the sun
You're either feeling that buzz or your sheets are getting cold
Baby, it's just the same, same old
The second you say, I'm still your one and only
I know you're just drunk or lone-lone-lonely
Drunk or lone-lone-lonely
[Verse 3]
It'd be so easy to
Fall right back in your arms
But some things you can't undo
Like you hurting my heart
You know your come back script right down to the letter
But I know you better
[Verse 4]
You're either shooting back Jack or sippin' Johnny Walker Black
At a bar, you can stumble home from
Or you're sitting all alone, getting lost in your phone
Reminiscing on our days in the sun
You're either feeling that buzz or your sheets are getting cold
Baby, it's just the same, same old
The second you say, I'm still your one and only
I know you're just drunk or lone-lone-lonely
Drunk or lone-lone-lonely
[Verse 5]
Ooh-ooh-ooh
You're sitting single, seeing double or the quiet's too loud
Boy, I got you figured out
[Verse 6]
You're either shooting back Jack or sippin' Johnny Walker Black
At a bar, you can stumble home from
Or you're sitting all alone, getting lost in your phone
Reminiscing on our days in the sun
You're either feeling that buzz or your sheets are getting cold
Baby, it's just the same, same old
The second you say, I'm still your one and only
I know you're just drunk or lone-lone-lonely
Drunk or lone-lone-lonely
[Verse 7]
Drunk or lone-lone-lonely
Drunk or lone-lone-lonely
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Written by: Deric Ruttan, Forest Glen Whitehead, Maddie Marlow, Taylor Dye