Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Adam Doleac
Background Vocals
Tony Lucido
Bass
Justin Schipper
Steel Guitar
Jordan Schmidt
Programming
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Alex Wright
Synthesizer
Nir Z
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Doleac
Songwriter
Josh Jenkins
Songwriter
Chris LaCorte
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jordan Schmidt
Producer
Mike Stankiewicz
Recording Engineer
Louis Remenapp
Assistant Engineer
Jake Moss
Editing Engineer
Jeff Braun
Mixing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Take me down where the boat meets the water
Where the sun sinks down on a line and a bobber
Sitting in a truck bed, sipping red wine
Don’t it sound, don’t it sound alright, yeah
Rich ain’t a house on a hill
And free is more than just a good deal
Yeah, life ain’t supposed to feel like a hamster wheel
But it does sometimes
So, let’s get the hell out of here
Roll the windows down, drive till we're near
That little spot that no one else can find
Except you and I tonight, alright
Take me down where the boat meets the water
Where the sun sinks down on a line and a bobber
Sitting in a truck bed, sipping red wine
Don’t it sound, don’t it sound alright
Take me out where the phones ain’t working
And the world slows down to the speed of the current
Where I'm all yours, and you're all mine
Don’t it sound, don’t it sound alright, yeah
Time, we only get so much of it
Love, we can’t make enough of it
Slow dancing, holding my hand
Let the grass be the floor, and the crickets be the band
Take me down where the boat meets the water
Where the sun sinks down on a line and a bobber
Sitting in a truck bed, sipping red wine
Don’t it sound, don’t it sound alright
Take me out where the phones ain’t working
And the world slows down to the speed of the current
Where I'm all yours, and you're all mine
Don’t it sound, don’t it sound alright, yeah
Well, take me down where the boat meets the water
Where the sun sinks down on a line and a bobber
Sitting in a truck bed, sipping red wine
Don't it sound, don't it sound alright
Take me out where the phones ain’t working
And the world slows down to the speed of the current
Where I'm all yours, and you're all mine
Don’t it sound, don’t it sound alright, yeah
Well, don’t it sound, don’t it sound alright
Don't it sound, don't it sound alright, yeah
Written by: Adam Doleac, Chris La Corte, Josh Jenkins