Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BRIM
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben Waldee
Songwriter
Jordan Rys
Songwriter
Lyrics
Campfires at the old bus station
'Till my jacket smells like smoke
Rough boy from a rough location
But you smoothed me over slow
Don't waste your life, don't waste your life
I always pushed ahead
But now you're mine, I'll take my time, yeah
Sippin' on whiskey, Tennessee tipsy
Down at our local bar
One shot of that bourbon
Making me certain you were my work of art
Everybody always thinks
The grass will look so green, baby
But I got everything I need
Right here in Tennessee
In Tennessee
In Tennessee
Yeah, yeah
Chasing that whiskey
With the taste of your lips
Slow dancing to Springsteen my hands on your hips
Cause you got that country kinda something I'd miss
Yeah, I could get used to this
Now I'm talking
One bar we staying local
Two shots I'm getting social
Three dances and you're giving me
That we're going look
For what we both are thinking
Five minutes, then we're leaving
Six buttons on that dress
But you lost three in the truck
Sippin' on whiskey, Tennessee tipsy
Down at our local bar
One shot of that bourbon
Making me certain you were my work of art
Everybody always thinks
The grass will look so green, baby
But I got everything I need
Right here in Tennessee
Bandage your bleeding
Looks are deceiving
They call it weakness, but I call it love
Don't need no reason
Drunk on a feeling
I'm Tennessee tipsy, but you're better than buzzed
Sippin' on whiskey, Tennessee tipsy
Down at our local bar
One shot of that bourbon
Making me certain you were my work of art
Everybody always thinks
The grass will look so green, baby
But I got everything I need
Right here in Tennessee
In Tennessee
In Tennessee
Writer(s): Jordan Rys, Ben Waldee
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