Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ERNEST
ERNEST
Vocals
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Hammond Organ
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Drums
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Tom Bukovac
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Dan Dugmore
Dan Dugmore
Pedal Steel Guitar
Larry Franklin
Larry Franklin
Fiddle
Trey Keller
Trey Keller
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ernest Keith Smith
Ernest Keith Smith
Songwriter
Grady Block
Grady Block
Songwriter
Jordan Merrigan
Jordan Merrigan
Songwriter
Chandler Paul Walters
Chandler Paul Walters
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Producer
Josh Ditty
Josh Ditty
Recording Engineer
Ryan Yount
Ryan Yount
Assistant Recording Engineer
Steve Cordray
Steve Cordray
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
She got a tattoo peeking out her blue jeans
Devil's horns on a dust cloud on the back of a Goldwing headed south
Got a bible that her daddy gave her the day that she graduated
She got a hell of an attitude and a filthy little mouth
[Chorus]
She'll be gone by the time I'm home
Starting a wildfire on her own
I'll be damned if I didn't see this coming from a million miles away
Baby, it ain't too late, no
Well, it ain't too late, no you know it ain't
[Verse 2]
She hates Tom Petty, but she a damn little heartbreaker
Walking irony in a brand-new pair of heels
Cigarette smoke laid out all across the dashboard
That FM dial don't work, and I doubt it ever will
But still
[Chorus]
She'll be gone by the time I'm home
Starting a wildfire on her own
And I'll be damned if I didn't see this coming from a million miles away
Baby, it ain't too late, no
Well, it ain't too late
[Bridge]
Last I heard
She's in somewhere Arizona with a new guy payin' her rent
He's twice her age and rich as hell
Her mom and daddy wonder if she ever coming home
She'd rather be out in her own little zone doing her own thing
She gonna break that old man's heart
[Chorus]
She'll be gone by the time he's home
Starting a wildfire on her own
I'll be damned if I didn't see this coming from a million miles away
Oh, baby, it ain't too late
Baby, it ain't too late, no
Baby, it ain't too late to turn around
Oh yeah
Oh baby, no, it ain't too late now you know it ain't
To get to turnin' around
Ah, it ain't too late, no, you know it ain't
Written by: Chandler Paul Walters, Cody Lohden, Ernest Keith Smith, Grady Block, Jordan Merrigan
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