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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zach Bryan
Vocals
Zephyr Avalon
Bass
Lucas Ruge-Jones
Fiddle
Graham Bright
Electric Guitar
Steve Clark
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zach Bryan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zach Bryan
Producer
Eddie Spear
Mixing Engineer
Zack Pancoast
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
One, two, three, four
Well, the buildings out in Brooklyn are taller than the clouds
And I don't like who I am Sunday mornin', comin' down
Tequila out in Texas is tougher on the tongue
Than the devil that I met in Oklahoma when I's young
I miss that old ball cap you stole from me
Out in the woods around a fire in Eastern Tennessee
And the beatin' that I got from them boys in Baton Rouge
Was nothin' like the beatin' that I got from loving you
Take me back to us then
Where the time's told true
And the sun does shine on a lawn chair holding you
Take me back to us then
Where there's a warm, warm light
Radiatin' off a cheap smile
Oh ma, I could die tonight
And that creek we jumped in while you were shaking cold
I never thought such heat would grow dry and old
Takes blood and guts just to get to where we were
Put on your dancing shoes, I will be him and you be her
Take me back to us then
Where the time's told true
And the sun does shine on a lawn chair holding you
Take me back to us then
Where there's a warm, warm light
Radiatin' off a cheap smile
Oh ma, I could die tonight
Take me back to us then
There's a warm, warm light
Radiatin' off a cheap smile
Oh ma, I could die tonight
Writer(s): Zachary Lane Bryan
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