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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Carly Pearce
Vocals
Ryan Gore
Percussion
Josh Osborne
Background Vocals
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Sol Philcox-Littlefield
Electric Guitar
Josh Matheny
Dobro
Craig Young
Bass
Jeneé Fleenor
Fiddle
Alex Wright
Piano
Aaron Sterling
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carly Pearce
Songwriter
Justin Ebach
Songwriter
Charles Kelley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carly Pearce
Producer
Dave Clauss
Editing Engineer
Ryan Gore
Mixing Engineer
Shane McAnally
Producer
Josh Osborne
Producer
Mike Stankiewicz
Editing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Alex Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Sean R. Badum
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Always thought you loved that black Z71 more than you loved me
Momma always told me boys like you would run, not for keeps
You called me up to tell me you were working late (uh-huh)
But I heard right now you're dancing with a little miss Jane
Birds been talking up on the wire
Spilling your secrets all over this town
You and her, back road, pulling all-nighters
Did you really think that I wouldn't find out?
Oh-oh-oh-oh, so I found a little gas in a small red can
Oh-oh-oh-oh, last strike match flying out of my hand
Liar, liar, truck on fire
Flames rolling off of your Goodyear tires
Burn, burn, you're gonna learn
Never should've put your lips on her
Should've known from the way that you never left your phone sitting by the bed
Or the way that you laughed it off when I was catching on, said it was in my head
Did you think that I wouldn't smell that cheap perfume? (Uh-huh)
You'll have to find a new ride 'cause the joke's on you
Birds been talking up on the wire
Spilling your secrets all over this town
You and her, back road, pulling all-nighters
Did you really think that I wouldn't find out?
Oh-oh-oh-oh, so I found a little gas in a small red can
Oh-oh-oh-oh, last strike match flying out of my hand
Liar, liar, truck on fire
Flames rolling off of your Goodyear tires
Burn, burn, you're gonna learn
Never should've put your lips on her
Put your lips on her
(Ooh, ooh)
Burn, burn, burn, baby
(Ooh, ooh)
You'll learn, learn, learn, baby
Birds been talking up on the wire
Spilling your secrets all over this town
You and her, back road, pulling all-nighters
Did you really think that I wouldn't find out?
Oh-oh-oh-oh, so I found a little gas in a small red can
Oh-oh-oh-oh, last strike match flying out of my hand
Liar, liar, truck on fire
Flames rolling off of your Goodyear tires
Burn, burn, you're gonna learn
Never should've put your lips on her
Writer(s): Justin Allen Ebach, Carly Pearce, Charles Kelley
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