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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brett Eldredge
Vocals
Heather Morgan
Background Vocals
Nathan Chapman
Bass
Rahsaan Barber
Alto Saxophone
Kevin Gatzke
Baritone Saxophone
Mike Rojas
Piano
Aaron Sterling
Drums
Stanton Edward
Electric Guitar
Evan Cobb
Tenor Saxophone
Roy Agee
Trombone
Emmanuel Echem
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brett Eldredge
Songwriter
Heather Morgan
Songwriter
Nathan Chapman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brett Eldredge
Executive Producer
Nathan Chapman
Producer
Steve Fallone
Mastering Engineer
Ryan Hewitt
Mixing Engineer
Jordan Silva
Mixing Engineer
Gena Johnson
Recording Engineer
Louis Remenapp
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lowell Reynolds
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Pour me a glass of somethin' special
I'm in the mood to celebrate
Dance like the devil went down to Georgia
'Cause he can't keep up with the hell we raise
[Verse 2]
I think I'm overdo for a little fun
Wind me up, Charlie, let me run
I been workin' too hard in the summer sun
If they don't give me a break, I'ma get me one
[Verse 3]
Can't take it to the grave, I'ma spend it
So come on, let me wobble off the line for a minute
[Verse 4]
Pour me a glass of somethin' special (Oh)
I'm in the mood to celebrate
Dance like the devil went down to Georgia (Oh yeah)
'Cause he can't keep up with the hell we raise (No, he can't, no)
Do a little step, that dirty Kentucky (Do the step)
Set the world on fire when they open the gate (Set it on fire)
Dance like the devil went down to Georgia (Ooh)
'Cause he can't keep up with the hell we raise
[Verse 5]
Call my buddy, Nate, line 'em up
Get everybody here for the good stuff (Good stuff)
Tell 'em bring your best moves like a potluck
Tell 'em back your worries up like a Mack truck
[Verse 6]
I ain't been this happy in a while
You can find me on the floor with an alligator smile
[Verse 7]
Pour me a glass of somethin' special (So good)
I'm in the mood to celebrate (Oh, oh yeah)
Dance like the devil went down to Georgia
'Cause he can't keep up with the hell we raise (Can't keep up)
Do a little step, that dirty Kentucky (Ah-ah)
Set the world on fire when they open the gate
Dance like the devil went down to Georgia
'Cause he can't keep up with the hell we raise (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
[Verse 8]
Oh, woo
Everybody
Everybody, yeah
[Verse 9]
Lose a button on my shirt (Loosen up)
Take life for a spin (Ah)
Go on, pour on all that sauce (Oh)
'Cause you don't get to do it again (No, you don't)
No, you don't get to do it again, nah, nah, nah
[Verse 10]
Pour me a glass of somethin' special
I'm in the mood to celebrate
Dance like the devil went down to Georgia
'Cause he can't keep up with the hell we raise
Do a little step, that dirty Kentucky (Come on, do it)
Set the world on fire when they open the gate
Dance like the devil went down to Georgia
'Cause he can't keep up with the hell we raise (Hey)
[Verse 11]
Oh
Bring it back, ah
Woo, okay (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You dancin' yet? (Woohoo)
If you ain't, you ain't got a heartbeat (Ooh, ooh)
So I want you to really feel it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dance like the devil (Woohoo)
Bring the bass, bring the treble (Ooh)
Oh, yeah, woo (Yeah, yeah)
Na-na-na-na-na (Yeah, yeah)
Na-na-na-na-na (Woohoo)
Oh, no, you can't keep up with the hell we raise (Ooh, ooh)
Written by: Brett Eldredge, Heather Morgan, Nathan Chapman