Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tucker Wetmore
Vocals
Chris LaCorte
Programming
Jeff Braun
Programming
Alex Wright
Synthesizer
Nathan Keeterle
Electric Guitar
Sol Philcox-Littlefield
Electric Guitar
Jerry Roe
Percussion
Tony Lucido
Bass
Justin Schipper
Dobro
Tim Galloway
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Josh Miller
Songwriter
Summer Overstreet
Songwriter
Jordan Reynolds
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris LaCorte
Producer
Dave Clauss
Recording Engineer
Nick Zinnanti
Editing Engineer
Jeff Braun
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Standin' on my step kinda felt like freedom
Malibu one suitcase short of leavin'
You were the driver, I was the reason
There was mascara on your shirt
If I'da known where that left turn was leadin'
You'da seen me runnin' in a rearview
Like you tied my heart to your car
Turn the key in three, two
One day you called me baby, these days it's only 80
Proof you probably hate me, I don't blame you, I blame me
For them sunset taillights sinkin', tonight I'm just thinkin'
Three words, too late, damn girl, you're the one that got away
Countin' on a bottle to flood these memories
They're still floatin' and it's almost empty
Take the whiskey rain of this century to drown you out
Make you do a U-turn, if it was me it was up to
Girl, just like that, I'd take you back in three, two
One day you called me baby, these days it's only 80
Proof you probably hate me, I don't blame you, I blame me
For them sunset taillights sinkin', tonight I'm just thinkin'
Three words, too late, damn girl, you're the one that got away
Yeah, in about three, two
One I'ma call you baby, try to change your mind 180
I know you probably hate me, I don't blame you, I blame me
For them sunset taillights sinkin', tonight I'm just thinkin'
Three words, too late, damn girl, you're the one that got away
Got away
Writer(s): Jordan Reynolds, Josh Miller, Summer Ashtyn Overstreet
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