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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lily Rose
Vocals
Paul DiGiovanni
Electric Guitar
Nir Z
Drums
Mark Hill
Bass
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Alex Wright
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lily Rose
Songwriter
John Pierce
Songwriter
Lindsey Rimes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul DiGiovanni
Producer
Jim Cooley
Mixing Engineer
Zach Kuhlman
Assistant Recording Engineer
Kam Luchterhand
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Don't care if it's gravel
Or a fresh paved blacktop
Out in front of a Texaco
Or a Hollywood backdrop
'Cause there's one on every corner 'bout everywhere you look
Bet if they could talk, man, that they could write a book
[Chorus]
About a first beer, that first kiss, that first broken heart
That fight that you finished but you didn't start
Living outside the lines, parked in 'em
Tailgate down in some faded blue denim
[Chorus]
It's smoking weed, fake IDs, and county blue lights
It's halftime fifth tipped to the sky Friday nights
Don't matter where you've been
Or where you're from or what you got
There ain't no denying
There's something 'bout a parking lot
[Verse 2]
Hell don't know about yours
Let me tell you 'bout mine
It was Keith Urban, Coors Light
In two thousand nine
That's where I learned that you don't need a bar
'Cause a cheap buzz is better from the trunk of a car
[Chorus]
Like that first beer, that first kiss, that first broken heart
That fight that you finished but you didn't start
Living outside the lines parked in 'em
Tailgate down in some faded blue denim
[Chorus]
It's smoking weed, fake IDs, and county blue lights
It's halftime fifth tipped to the sky Friday nights
Don't matter where you've been
Or where you're from or what you got
There ain't no denying
There's something 'bout a parking lot
Hey, oh, hey, oh, hey, oh, hey, oh, hey
There's something 'bout a parking lot
Oh, hey, oh, hey, oh, hey, oh, hey
[Bridge]
It's seventeen summer with college in the fall
Take one last drive by and think about it all
You hope where you're going will have one just like
The place that you go in the back of your mind
[Chorus]
To that first beer, that first kiss, that first broken heart
That fight that you finished but you didn't start
Living outside the lines parked in 'em
Tailgate down in some faded blue denim
[Chorus]
It's smoking weed, fake IDs, and county blue lights
It's halftime fifth tipped to the sky Friday nights
Don't matter where you've been
Or where you're from or what you got
There ain't no denying
There's something 'bout a parking lot
[Outro]
Don't matter where you been
Or where you're from or what you got
There ain't no denying
There's something 'bout a parking lot
Written by: John Pierce, Lily Rose, Lindsay Rimes