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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
LOCASH
LOCASH
Performer
Chris Lucas
Chris Lucas
Vocals
Preston Brust
Preston Brust
Vocals
Jacob Rice
Jacob Rice
Programming
Grady Saxman
Grady Saxman
Drums
Devin Malone
Devin Malone
Acoustic Guitar
Andy Ellison
Andy Ellison
Steel Guitar
Nathan Keeterlie
Nathan Keeterlie
Electric Guitar
Dave Flint
Dave Flint
Acoustic Guitar
Jason Kyle
Jason Kyle
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Lucas
Chris Lucas
Songwriter
Preston Brust
Preston Brust
Songwriter
Matt Dragstrem
Matt Dragstrem
Songwriter
Josh Thompson
Josh Thompson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jacob Rice
Jacob Rice
Producer
Johnathon Roach
Johnathon Roach
Mixing Engineer
Seth Munson
Seth Munson
Mastering Engineer
Grady Saxman
Grady Saxman
Engineer
Aiden Thompson
Aiden Thompson
Engineer

Lyrics

I didn't know I was wasting my time
Didn't think there was anything better
Hell, I was kinda getting used to the rain
Thought I was born for bad weather
And out of that neon blue, everything changed
In walked you
And I'd like to thank
All the wrong hearts
All the wrong bars
I was sittin' in just emptyin' them whiskey glasses
The swings, the misses
All the bad decisions
That got me where they got me
Guess they had to happen
That highway to hell led straight to your arms
Thankin' God for all the wrong turns and all the wrong hearts
(All the wrong hearts)
(All the wrong bars)
(Baby, they get me straight to your arms)
Yeah, all them fallin' in's that all fell apart
Turns out they were never written
Like we are in the midnight stars
Could never get as high as we're gettin'
Yeah, it feels like heaven when you hold me this close
The way you look at me got me lettin' go of
All the wrong hearts
All the wrong bars
I was sittin' in just emptyin' them whiskey glasses
The swings, the misses
All the bad decisions
That got me where they got me
Guess they had to happen
That highway to hell led straight to your arms
Thankin' God for all the wrong turns and all the wrong hearts
(All the wrong hearts)
(All the wrong bars) all the wrong hearts
(Baby they get me straight to your arms)
So baby, let's raise up a drink to me and you
Baby, while we're at it, let's raise one to
All the wrong hearts
All the wrong bars
I was sittin' in just emptyin' them whiskey glasses
The swings, the misses
All the bad decisions
That got me where they got me
Guess they had to happen
That highway to hell led straight to your arms
Thankin' God for all the wrong turns and all the wrong hearts
(All the wrong hearts)
(All the wrong bars) yeah, baby
(Baby, they get me straight to your arms) straight to your arms
(All the wrong hearts)
(All the wrong bars) ooh-ooh
(Baby, they get me straight to your arms)
Written by: Chris Lucas, Josh Thompson, Matt Dragstrem, Preston Brust
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