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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hubert Payne
Drums
John Thomasson
Bass
Akil Thompson
Keyboards
Tim Galloway
Acoustic Guitar
Evan Weatherford
Electric Guitar
Jimi Westbrook
Lead Vocals
Karen Fairchild
Lead Vocals
Kimberly Schlapman
Background Vocals
Phillip Sweet
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tofer Brown
Songwriter
Sean McConnell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Little Big Town
Producer
Rob Kinelski
Mixing Engineer
Zaq Reynolds
Assistant Recording Engineer
Eli Heisler
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Casey Cuayo
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Josh Reynolds
Recording Engineer
Chris Allgood
Mastering Engineer
Emily Lazar
Mastering Engineer
Jason Hall
Editing Engineer
Lyrics
Let's take a break from packing boxes, pour a glass of wine
Pull out the radio and we'll pretend it's Valentine's
There's so much to say that we don't have a thing to say
Baby, I can't help it when you look at me that way
Are we crazy, are we stupid, either way we're gonna do this
Baby, just one more song
What do you say we just dance all around
The hurt and the pain
Kiss me in the middle of the mess that we made
Just like nothing went wrong
Maybe just one more
One more song
I can't put my finger on the moment that it died
But for a minute let's pretend and bring it back to life
It's irresponsible, I know, but we can't help ourselves
When tomorrow morning comes it's gonna hurt like hell
But, oh well
Baby, just one more song
What do you say we just dance all around
The hurt and the pain
Kiss me in the middle of the mess that we made
Just like nothing went wrong
Maybe just one more
One more song
Are we crazy, are we stupid, either way we're gonna do this
We got nothing left to prove, we got no reason not to do this
Baby, just one more song
What do you say we just dance all around
The hurt and the pain
Kiss me in the middle of the mess that we made
Just like nothing went wrong
Maybe just one more
One more, one more
One more song
Just one more song
Writer(s): Sean Mcconnell, Randy Rogers
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