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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tim McGraw
Vocals
Shannon Forrest
Drums
Erik Lutkins
Loops
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Michael Landau
Electric Guitar
Dave Levita
Electric Guitar
Dan Dugmore
Steel Guitar
Paul Bushnell
Bass Guitar
Jamie Muhoberac
Keyboards
Mike Rojas
Keyboards
Greg Barnhill
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jennifer Schott
Songwriter
Nathan Spicer
Songwriter
Matt MacGinn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tim McGraw
Producer
Byron Gallimore
Producer
Shannon Forrest
Recording Engineer
Erik Lutkins
Recording Engineer
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
Doug Rich
Studio Personnel
Lyrics
Got an '06 stick shift, dark blue F-150 in good condition
Got a 119,000 miles, only 5 on the new transmission
It's got leather seats, a sun roof, it's sittin' on
33's, it runs smooth, it'll get ya from
A to B, but not for me
'Cause every time I turn that key I see her
Shotgun ridin' down a two-lane road
Just drivin' around with no place to go
Us singin' along to where the green grass grows
Hands out the window floatin' on the breeze
She's fixin' her lips in the drop down mirror
That pretty little thing made it hard to steer
I'm never gonna get her out of there
There's too many memories
Now there's a for sale sign in the window
Yeah, 'cause if I'm gonna let her go, I gotta let it go
Yeah, it's gotta go, so it's $7,500 OBO
Back bumper's got a dent
From her backin' in to a mailbox first time she drove it
Couldn't even be mad with her lookin' like that
Told her, 'hell you can hardly even notice
It's got nights with her I can't forget
Kissin' on the tailgate of the truck bed
I wish I didn't have to get rid of it
But every time I turn that key I see her
Shotgun ridin' down a two-lane road
Just drivin' around with no place to go
Us singin' along to where the green grass grows
Hands out the window floatin' on the breeze
She's fixin' her lips in the drop down mirror
That pretty little thing made it hard to steer
I'm never gonna get her out of there
There's too many memories
Now there's a for sale sign in the window
Yeah, 'cause if I'm gonna let her go, I gotta let it go
Yeah, it's gotta go, so it's $7,500 OBO
It's got leather seats, a sun roof, it's sittin' on
33's, it runs smooth, it'll get ya from
A to B, but not for me
'Cause every time I turn that key I see her
Shotgun ridin' down a two-lane road
Just drivin' around with no place to go
Us singin' along to where the green grass grows
Hands out the window floatin' on the breeze
She's fixin' her lips in the drop down mirror
That pretty little thing made it hard to steer
I'm never gonna get her out of there
There's too many memories
Now there's a for sale sign in the window
Yeah, 'cause if I'm gonna let her go, I gotta let it go
Yeah, it's gotta go, so it's $7,500 OBO
It's $7,500 OBO
It's $7,500 OBO
Writer(s): Matthew Mcginn, Jennifer Schott, Nathan Spicer
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