Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Filthy Heathens
Performer
Bronson Hetzer
Vocals
Ryan Palcic
Bass Guitar
Emily Schulte
Background Vocals
Cody Edward Doench
Guitar
Craig Bishop
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bronson Hetzer
Songwriter
Etheridge Wilson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Patrick Himes
Producer
Bronson Hetzer
Co-Producer
Ryan Palcic
Co-Producer
Alex McCollough
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Blue lights flashed through the middle of the bar
I go sneaking out the back and I stole me a car
She saw me leave, she put a gun to my back
She said, "I'm coming too, boy, I'm already packed"
Lit up a smoke and she lowered her gun
She said, "Point this Ford toward the Tupelo Sun"
Next thing I know, we was hittin' a lick
Had ol' John Law beating down on our six
She stuck that Tommy Gun out of that Model A
She put 57 holes inside his Chevrolet
Wouldn't believed it if I wasn't there
So I just laid the hammer down and put some dust in the air
She's like a devil in a pretty dress
She's got ruby red lips and her hair's all a mess
She's a wildfire burning gasoline
And she knows how to work it if you know what I mean
Blood on her hands, she's ice cold singing
"Ain't misbehaving" as shells keep ringing
Passed a preacher up and he said, "God damn"
"Is that a Mississippi woman with a Louisiana man?"
Yeah, she's like a devil in a pretty dress
She's got ruby red lips and her hair's all a mess
She's a wildfire burning gasoline
And she knows how to work it if you know what I mean
Blood on her hands, she's ice cold singing
"Ain't misbehaving" as shells keep ringing
Passed a preacher up and he said, "God damn"
"Is that a Mississippi woman with a Louisiana man?" Yeah
Written by: Bronson Hetzer, Etheridge Wilson