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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ty Myers
Ty Myers
Lead Vocals
Chris McHugh
Chris McHugh
Drums
Eric Darken
Eric Darken
Percussion
Tom Bukovac
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
Kris Donegan
Kris Donegan
Electric Guitar
Brandon Hood
Brandon Hood
Electric Guitar
Bruce Bouton
Bruce Bouton
Steel Guitar
Gordon Mote
Gordon Mote
Organ
Trey Keller
Trey Keller
Background Vocals
Mark Hill
Mark Hill
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ty Myers
Ty Myers
Songwriter
Jessi Alexander
Jessi Alexander
Songwriter
Rhett Akins
Rhett Akins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brandon Hood
Brandon Hood
Producer
Trey Keller
Trey Keller
Editing Engineer
Seth Morton
Seth Morton
Recording Engineer
Mark Hagen
Mark Hagen
Editing Engineer
Nathan Dantzler
Nathan Dantzler
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Girl, you're bad news
Know what you're doing with a boy like me
Sweet perfume and misery
Those angel eyes
Spark a fire to make the devil proud
It's a flame you can't put out
[PreChorus]
I don't know where I went wrong
Woke up on a Saturday and found you gone
Wish you could act like a grown-ass woman
Use your words instead of leavin' me alone
[Chorus]
You played my heart like an old guitar
You smoked me like a cheap cigar
Put me out like a truck stop cigarette
So burn up the tires that I bought you
Put your fist through that rearview
I don't give a damn just as long as you're out of my head
[Chorus]
Just keep on rollin'
Keep on rollin'
Keep on rollin' on
Till you're too far gone
[Verse 2]
Wish you could see
This crazy world through my bloodshot eyes
Lord, it ain't so nice
'Cause the world I'm seein' now
Ain't all rainbows and daisies on the ground
The sky's fallin' down
[PreChorus]
I don't trust myself with you
After all the shit that you put me through
You're the reason God made the Delta Blues
[Chorus]
You played my heart like an old guitar
You smoked me like a cheap cigar
Put me out like a truck stop cigarette
So burn up the tires that I bought you
Put your fist through that rearview
I don't give a damn just as long as you're out of my head
[Chorus]
Just keep on rollin'
Keep on rollin'
Keep on rollin' on
Till you're too far gone
[Verse 3]
Go on
[Chorus]
Played my heart like an old guitar
You smoked me like a cheap cigar
Put me out like a truck stop cigarette
So burn up the tires that I bought you
Put your fist through that rearview
I don't give a damn just as long as you're out of my head
[Chorus]
Just keep on rollin'
Keep on rollin'
Keep on rollin' on
Till you're too far gone
[Outro]
Roll on, roll on, roll on
Till you're too far gone
Come on
Written by: Jessi Alexander, Rhett Akins, Ty Myers
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