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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zac Brown Band
Zac Brown Band
Performer
Steven Tyler
Steven Tyler
Vocals
Zac Brown
Zac Brown
Vocals
Matt Mangano
Matt Mangano
Bass Guitar
Clay Cook
Clay Cook
Vocals
Coy Bowles
Coy Bowles
Electric Guitar
John Driskell Hopkins
John Driskell Hopkins
Vocals
Jimmy De Martini
Jimmy De Martini
Violin
Daniel De Los Reyes
Daniel De Los Reyes
Percussion
Chris Fryar
Chris Fryar
Drums
Carlos Sosa
Carlos Sosa
Saxophone
Ralo Vallejo
Ralo Vallejo
Trombone
Serafin Aguilar
Serafin Aguilar
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steven Tyler
Steven Tyler
Composer
Jack Douglas
Jack Douglas
Writer
Tom Hamilton
Tom Hamilton
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zac Brown
Zac Brown
Producer
Matt Mangano
Matt Mangano
Producer
Frank Sadler
Frank Sadler
Engineer
Eric Roderick
Eric Roderick
Mixing Engineer
Clay Cook
Clay Cook
Mixing Engineer
Gavin Lurssen
Gavin Lurssen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Y'all, please give me a big Boston welcome
For one of the greatest entertainers of all time, ladies and gentlemen
Y'all welcome Mr. Steven Tyler
Good God almighty, bless my soul
There's a whole lotta country in my rock 'n' roll
[Instrumental]
Sweet emotion
Sweet emotion
[Verse 1]
Well, you talk about things that nobody cares
You're wearing other things that nobody wears
You're calling my name but I gotta make clear
I can't tell you, honey, where I'll be next year
[Instrumental]
Some sweat hog mama with a face like a gent
Said my get up and go musta got up and went
Well, I got good news, she's a real good liar
'Cause the backstage boogie set your pants on fire
That's right
[Instrumental]
Sweet emotion (Boston)
Sweet emotion
[Verse 2]
Well, I pulled into town in a police car
Your daddy said I took it just a little too far
You're telling me things but your girlfriend lied
You can't catch me because the rabbit done died
I didn't do it, Zac did
[Instrumental]
You stand in the front just a-shaking your ass
Gonna take you backstage, you can drink from my glass
Well, you talk about something you can sure understand
'Cause a month on the road and I'll be eating out your hand
Yeah, baby
Written by: Steven Tyler, Tom Hamilton
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