Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Darius Rucker
Lead Vocals
Dann Huff
Programming
Aaron Sterling
Drums
Danny Rader
Acoustic Guitar
Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar
Kris Donegan
Electric Guitar
Paul Franklin
Steel Guitar
Stuart Duncan
Fiddle
David Lyndon Huff
Programming
Josh Reedy
Background Vocals
David Dorn
Piano
Justin Niebank
Programming
Mark Hill
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben Hayslip
Songwriter
Jacob Rice
Songwriter
Dan Isbell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dann Huff
Producer
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
Drew Bollman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
David Lyndon Huff
Editing Engineer
Josh Reedy
Vocal Recording Engineer
Joel McKenney
Assistant Recording Engineer
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
Chris Small
Editing Engineer
Lyrics
We don't get too many nights all alone peace and quiet
Call it busy, call it a life
And I don't tell you near enough just how much I'm missing us
And making that temperature rise
But girl, I'm gonna show you tonight
So, let's drink what's left of this bottle of wine
Move a little closer 'til the sparks start flyin'
Turn the lights down low and pull the Conway off of the shelf
Then we'll dance through the kitchen and straight down the hall
Let my old blue jeans and your sundress fall
Girl, we're holding the lighter and fires don't start themselves
Girl, I wanna take my time
Love you slow, love you right
Shadows dancing on the wall
Your lips, your hips, your fingertips
Every inch of you just fits like the shirt that I got on
Gonna love you, baby, all night long
So, let's drink what's left of this bottle of wine
Move a little closer 'til the sparks start flyin'
Turn the lights down low and pull the Conway off of the shelf
Then we'll dance through the kitchen and straight down the hall
Let my old blue jeans and your sundress fall
Girl, we're holding the lighter and fires don't start themselves
Naw, fires don't start themselves
Naw, there ain't no putting it out
Might just burn this whole place down
Starting right now
So, let's drink what's left of this bottle of wine
Move a little closer 'til the sparks start flyin'
Turn the lights down low and pull the Conway off of the shelf, oh yeah
Then we'll dance through the kitchen and straight down the hall
Let my old blue jeans and your sundress fall
Girl, we're holding the lighter and fires don't start themselves
Naw, naw, fires don't start themselves, oh, oh, oh
Writer(s): Ben Hayslip, Dan Isbell, Jacob Paul Rice
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