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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Thomas Rhett
Thomas Rhett
Vocals
Julian Bunetta
Julian Bunetta
Programming
John Ryan
John Ryan
Background Vocals
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Kris Donegan
Kris Donegan
Electric Guitar
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Steel Guitar
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass Guitar
Charlie Judge
Charlie Judge
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thomas Rhett
Thomas Rhett
Songwriter
Julian Bunetta
Julian Bunetta
Songwriter
John Ryan
John Ryan
Songwriter
Jacob Kasher Hindlin
Jacob Kasher Hindlin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Julian Bunetta
Julian Bunetta
Producer
John Ryan
John Ryan
Producer
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Producer
Buckley Miller
Buckley Miller
Recording Engineer
Zach Kuhlman
Zach Kuhlman
Assistant Recording Engineer
Josh Reedy
Josh Reedy
Additional Engineer
Jeff Gunnell
Jeff Gunnell
Mixing Engineer
Nathan Dantzler
Nathan Dantzler
Mastering Engineer
Harrison Tate
Harrison Tate
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Mike "Frog" Griffith
Mike "Frog" Griffith
Studio Personnel

Lyrics

Something pretty simple 'bout an 18 Tennessee summer 84 was the number that I wore under Friday lights How could I forget that night? Yeah, that girl was a homecoming honey Kinda small-town pretty Made them dark days sunny with her emerald eyes I thought, Lord, I had to make 'em mine Yeah, I was about to go and crash a party with the guys And when she called me up and said Can you pick me up tonight? I put that '04 F-1-5-0 right into overdrive (overdrive) Like a bat outta hell with them JBL's working overtime Yeah, I'm high-beaming down a backroad, yeah Tires screaming, now I'm getting close (close) Tryna do the limit, but my heart doing way more than 65 On that "Baby, I'm coming over" drive (drive) On that "Baby, I'm coming over" drive (drive) I pulled up where the party was, where the Bacardi was That was the start of us, I told you Got your heels stuck in the mud I had to carry you all the way to the truck on my shoulders Yeah, we both smelled like bonfire smoke Took my hand and she moved in close She said "I'll kiss your cheek But I'll kiss your lips If we can go somewhere alone" So, I put that '04 F-1-5-0 right into overdrive (overdrive) Like a bat outta hell with them JBL's working overtime Yeah, I'm high-beaming down a backroad, yeah Tires screaming, I'm getting close (close) Tryna do the limit, but my heart doing way more than 65 On that Friday-night-still-ain't over, drive (drive) On that Friday-night-still-ain't over, drive (drive) Yeah, I was about to go and crash a party with the guys And when she called me up and said Can you pick me up tonight? I put that '04 F-1-5-0 right into overdrive Like a bat outta hell with them JBL's working overtime (working overtime, yeah) Yeah, I'm high-beaming down a backroad, yeah (down a backroad) Tires screaming, now I'm getting close (now I'm getting close, yeah) Tryna do the limit, but my heart doing way more than 65 On that "Baby, I'm coming over" drive On that "Baby, I'm coming over" drive I'm high-beaming down a backroad, yeah (down a backroad, yeah) Tires screaming, now I'm getting close, yeah
Writer(s): Jacob Kasher Hindlin, John Henry Ryan, Julian C Bunetta, Thomas Rhett Akins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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