Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Koe Wetzel
Vocals
Amy Allen
Background Vocals
Carrie Karpinen
Drums
Gabe Simon
Bass
Josh Serrato
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amy Allen
Songwriter
Gabe Simon
Songwriter
Ropyr Madison Koe Wetzel
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Amy Allen
Vocal Producer
Carrie Karpinen
Assistant Producer
Gabe Simon
Producer
Josh Serrato
Additional Producer
Ryan Hewitt
Mixing Engineer
Phillip Smith
Assistant Engineer
Tyler Spratt
Assistant Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Justin Shturtz
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
Here we go
There's a storm brewin' in a pool hall down in Houston
Where some poor old boy's 'bout to get his teeth knocked out
In the bathroom it was snowin', drip so good, it had me chokin'
Plus a fifth of cheap tequila, so you better watch out
I've got a nine lives state of mind, bettin' it all with a roll of dice
People seem to lose their luck when I come around
I got a 12 pack, two dime bags, flat lined twice just to come right back
God blessed me, the first eight didn't count
Keep on tryin' your best to put the black cat down
I lost the first one to a dealer, lost the second one to a preacher
And three and four to the twins that live next door
Well, at the fifth one, I saw Heaven, married six on top of seven
And I lost the eighth tryin' to be a rodeo clown (breakdown)
Still got a nine lives state of mind, bettin' it all with a roll of dice
People seem to lose their luck when I come around
I got a 12 pack and two dime bags, flat lined twice just to come right back
God blessed me, the first eight didn't count
Keep on tryin' your best to put the black cat down
Still got a nine lives state of mind, bettin' it all with a roll of dice
People seem to lose their luck when I come around
And I got a 12 pack and two dime bags, flat lined twice just to come right back
God blessed me, the first eight didn't count
Still got that nine lives state of mind, bettin' it all with a roll of dice
People seem to lose their luck when I come around
And I've got a 12 pack and two dime bags, flat lined twice just to come right back
God blessed me, the first eight didn't count
Keep on tryin' your best to put the black cat down
Keep on tryin' your best to put the black cat down
Koe, that was so good (thanks, you know)
Writer(s): Gabe Simon, Koe Wetzel, Amy Rose Allen, Josh Serrato
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