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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tigirlily Gold
Tigirlily Gold
Performer
Kendra Jo Slaubaugh
Kendra Jo Slaubaugh
Lead Vocals
Krista Jade Slaubaugh
Krista Jade Slaubaugh
Background Vocals
Pete Good
Pete Good
Background Vocals
Ryan Gore
Ryan Gore
Percussion
Evan Hutchings
Evan Hutchings
Drums
Todd Lombardo
Todd Lombardo
Acoustic Guitar
Sol Philcox-Littlefield
Sol Philcox-Littlefield
Electric Guitar
Alex Wright
Alex Wright
Synthesizer
Craig Young
Craig Young
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nora Collins
Nora Collins
Composer
Jessie Jo Dillon
Jessie Jo Dillon
Composer
Forest Glen Whitehead
Forest Glen Whitehead
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pete Good
Pete Good
Producer
Ryan Gore
Ryan Gore
Mixing Engineer
Shane McAnally
Shane McAnally
Executive Producer
Chris Small
Chris Small
Editing Engineer
Zaq Reynolds
Zaq Reynolds
Assistant Engineer
Randy Merrill
Randy Merrill
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I ain't gotta guess where you been
You're one too many Titos in
Out at the bar with Ben and Mark and Leroy
Don't you wanna get me alone (Alone)
And spend a little time on our own? (Hello)
But the game was on, the drinks were strong, whatever boy (Mm-hmm)
[PreChorus]
I don't wanna do this again (Mm-mm)
So, I ain't gonna do this again
[Chorus]
You probably ought to call Leroy
Tell him to get his Chevy, get you packed and ready to go
'Cause I done told you what I need, boy
In one ear, out the other, feelin' like your mother, you know, yeah
I've cussed about it, I've cried about it
And now I'm nothin' but tired about it
So, the next time you miss the sound of my voice
You probably ought to call Leroy
[Verse 2]
You can let that dip in your lip
Replace the taste of my kiss
'Cause you ain't never gonna get it back, boy
So, when you're red-door drunk, all messed up
And lonely over this
[Chorus]
You probably ought to call Leroy
Tell him to get his Chevy, get you packed and ready to go
'Cause I done told you what I need, boy
In one ear, out the other, feelin' like your mother, you know, yeah
I've cussed about it, I've cried about it
And now I'm nothin' but tired about it
So, the next time you miss the sound of my voice
You probably ought to call Leroy
You probably ought to call Leroy
[Verse 3]
Man, I hope that you grow up (Grow up)
And quit actin' like all your friends
If you do, call me (Or don't)
But until then
[Chorus]
You probably ought to call Leroy
Tell him to get his Chevy, get you packed and ready to go
'Cause I done told you what I need, boy
In one ear, out the other, feelin' like your mother, you know
I've cussed about it, I've cried about it
And now I'm nothin' but tired about it
So, the next time you miss the sound of my voice
Hey, so the next time you miss the sound of my voice
You probably ought to call Leroy
You probably ought to call Leroy
[Outro]
Call Leroy
Call Leroy
Call Leroy
Call Leroy
Written by: Forest Glen Whitehead, Jessie Jo Dillon, Nora Collins
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