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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jon Pardi
Jon Pardi
Vocals
Jay Joyce
Jay Joyce
Programming
Billy McClaran
Billy McClaran
Mandolin
Derek Bahr
Derek Bahr
Electric Guitar
Jeff Hyde
Jeff Hyde
Acoustic Guitar
Kevin Murphy
Kevin Murphy
Drums
Lee Francis
Lee Francis
Bass
Matt Heasley
Matt Heasley
Hammond Organ
Terry Palmer
Terry Palmer
Electric Guitar
Rob McNelley
Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jon Pardi
Jon Pardi
Songwriter
Wyatt McCubbin
Wyatt McCubbin
Songwriter
Luke Laird
Luke Laird
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay Joyce
Jay Joyce
Producer
Jimmy Mansfield
Jimmy Mansfield
Assistant Recording Engineer
Bobby Louden
Bobby Louden
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jason Hall
Jason Hall
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
She's got a Friday night fever, and she's ready to roll
I got a pocket full of cash and ready to blow
One shot, two step, slip out that back door
Then we'll take it on home for a whole lot more
[Chorus]
'Cause we drank our last drink
Danced our last dance
There's a whole lot more than a pretty good chance
We'll be loving till the sun comes up
When my blue jean baby starts to come undone
[Refrain]
No, I can't get my boots off quick enough
No, I can't get my boots off quick enough
[Verse 2]
Now it's pedal to the metal, driver, get us to the house
I wanna do what she's back here talking about
One step, two step through the front door
This old cowboy hat's gonna hit the floor
[Chorus]
'Cause we drank our last drink
Danced our last dance
There's a whole lot more than a pretty good chance
We'll be loving till the sun comes up
When my blue jean baby starts to come undone
[Refrain]
No, I can't get my boots off quick enough
No, I can't get my boots off quick enough
She starts turnin' me on and turnin' it up
No, I can't get my boots off quick enough
Hold on
[Chorus]
'Cause we drank our last drink
Danced our last dance
There's a whole lot more than a pretty good chance
We'll be loving till the sun comes up
When my blue jean baby starts to come undone
[Outro]
No, I can't get my boots off quick enough
No, I can't get my boots off quick enough
She starts turnin' me on and turnin' it up
No, I can't get my boots off quick enough
Written by: Jon Pardi, Luke Laird, Wyatt McCubbin
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