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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stuart Walker
Stuart Walker
Vocals
Jenna Walker
Jenna Walker
Vocals
Todd Clark
Todd Clark
Programming
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Guitar
Tony Lucido
Tony Lucido
Bass Guitar
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stuart Walker
Stuart Walker
Songwriter
Jenna Walker
Jenna Walker
Songwriter
Todd Clark
Todd Clark
Songwriter
Travis Wood
Travis Wood
Songwriter
Gavin Slate
Gavin Slate
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Todd Clark
Todd Clark
Producer
Owen Lewis
Owen Lewis
Engineer
Matty Green
Matty Green
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
A party ain't a party
Till you got one
A Friday ain't a Friday
Till you pop one
[Verse 2]
So if you got a cooler full of the usual
And you could use little throwback
Or you got a line in but they ain't biting
Go ahead and pull that tab
[Verse 3]
Nothin' takes the heat out of summer
Puts the feel good in a damn good time
You can't make them mountains change color
On your own, so go and throw 'em on ice
Nothing takes the edge off round 5 o'clock
It's always that time somewhere, man
Nothing hits like, nothing fits right in your hand
Like a beer can
[Verse 4]
Whether it's a long week
Or a long weekend
High noon on a hot beach
Chilling on the white sand
Never been let down by 12 ounce
As long as it's ice cold
Cooler than cool on a barstool
Sippin' that Silver Bullet gold
[Verse 5]
Nothin' takes the heat out of summer
Puts the feel good in a damn good time
You can't make those mountains change color
On your own, so go and throw 'em on ice
Nothing takes the edge off round 5 o'clock
It's always that time somewhere, man
Nothing hits like, nothing fits right in your hand
Like a beer can
[Verse 6]
Yep, yep, take a little sip, sip
Yep, yep, take a little sip, sip
(One more time now) Like a beer can
[Verse 7]
Nothin' takes the heat out of summer
Puts the feel good in a damn good time
You can't make them mountains change color
On your own, so go and throw 'em on ice
Nothing takes the edge off round 5 o'clock
It's always that time somewhere, man
Nothing hits like, nothing fits right in your hand
Like a beer can
[Verse 8]
Yep, yep, take a little sip, sip (That Silver Bullet gold)
Like a beer can
Yep, yep, take a little sip, sip
Like a beer can
Written by: Gavin Slate, Jenna Walker, Stuart Walker, Todd Clark, Travis Wood
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