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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kip Moore
Vocals
Manny Medina
Bass
Erich Wigdahl
Drums
Dave Nassie
Electric Guitar
Rick Huckaby
Background Vocals
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
Matt Bubel
Percussion
Dave Cohen
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kip Moore
Songwriter
Manny Medina
Composer
Erich Wigdahl
Songwriter
Dave Nassie
Songwriter
Dan Couch
Songwriter
Adam Browder
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kip Moore
Producer
Dave Salley
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Faded sky, faded tan
Floorboard still full of sand
Summer heart's droppin'
Closin' up shoppin'
Lonely boardwalk, empty rides
Ghosts of lovers wave goodbye
The carnival's cryin'
Birds all flyin' south
[Instrumental]
I take a turn on your mama's street
Wishin' I could catch a peek
Of you on that front step
Like, "Boy, are you here yet?"
But I know the truth in the lonesome sound
Of the choked leaves when they hit the ground
Summertime's dyin'
Birds all flyin' south, yeah
[Chorus]
Well, it might be over, you might be gone
Might not miss me, you might've moved on
But my love will be still hangin' around
When the birds fly south
[Instrumental]
I'm passin' Burke's and that neon sign
I laugh about the punch you threw that night
No, you never did like her
But I never thought you'd fight her
And if I close my eyes, I can feel your kiss
Taste the salt drippin' off your lips
But I'm brought back down to Earth
By a breeze so cold it hurts
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Well, it might be over, you might be gone
You might not miss me, you might've moved on
But my love will still be hangin' around
When the birds fly south
[Bridge]
When winter sets in
When springtime rolls back to summer again, yeah
[Instrumental]
Well, it might be over, you might be gone
You might not miss me, you might've moved on
But my love will still be hangin' around
When the birds fly south
Written by: Adam Browder, Dan Couch, Dave Nassie, Erich Wigdahl, Kip Moore, Manny Medina