Top Songs By Brooks Herring
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brooks Herring
Whistle
Jeff Coplan
Background Vocals
Nick Buda
Drums
Justin Schipper
Dobro
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brooks Herring
Songwriter
Jonathan Michael McKinnon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeff Coplan
Producer
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
Justin Collins
Cover Art
Skyler Chuckry
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Came down for a weekend getaway
Three days later and I knew I had to stay
The plane took off outta paradise
took off my boots and put the week on ice
cuz there’s no way I could up and leave this place
It’s not just the waves and the hot white sand
Or the little umbrella on the drink in my right hand
She’s the only thing hotter than the high noon sun,
the little knot in her bikini we both come undone,
she smiles at me and I forget just where I am
Cuz I’m supposed to be clockin in and hoppin on a plow but the only thing I’m workin on is layin on a beach towel
She’s the palm to my pine, The rum to my shine
The Buffet and Marley to my Haggard and Pride,
The salty air to my middle of nowhere
She’s the coconut lotion to my farmers tan
I’m the steel guitar to her steel drum band
The 112 trucker hat to her long dark hair
She’s aloha to my howdy, relaxation to my rowdy
She’s the sand to my red dirt, and my whole world
I’m her Country boy, and she’s my island girl
Always thought I’d find me a country queen
And settle down in the sticks where the grass is green
But sweet tea ain’t a cold piña colada and way out yonder ain\'t clear blue water, her crown’s made of flowers and she’s everything I need
Boss said don’t come back, hell I’m ok with that
She’s the palm to my pine, The rum to my shine
The Buffet and Marley to my Haggard and Pride,
The salty air to my middle of nowhere
She’s the coconut lotion to my farmers tan
I’m the steel guitar to her steel drum band
The 112 trucker hat to her long dark hair
She’s aloha to my howdy, relaxation to my rowdy
She’s the sand to my red dirt, and my whole world
I’m her Country boy, and she’s my island girl
Back home huntin\' season\'s open, but we’re makin\' motion in the ocean
She’s the palm to my pine, The rum to my shine
The Buffet and Marley to my Haggard and Pride,
The salty air to my middle of nowhere
She’s the coconut lotion to my farmers tan
I’m the steel guitar to her steel drum band
The 112 trucker hat to her long dark hair
She’s aloha to my howdy, relaxation to my rowdy
She’s the sand to my red dirt, and my whole world
I’m her Country boy, and she’s my island girl
Written by: Brooks Herring, Jonathan Michael McKinnon