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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Filthy Heathens
The Filthy Heathens
Performer
Bronson Hetzer
Bronson Hetzer
Vocals
Ryan Palcic
Ryan Palcic
Bass Guitar
April Doench
April Doench
Background Vocals
Cody Edward Doench
Cody Edward Doench
Guitar
Cavin Kemble
Cavin Kemble
Guitar
Craig Bishop
Craig Bishop
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bronson Hetzer
Bronson Hetzer
Songwriter
Etheridge Wilson
Etheridge Wilson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bronson Hetzer
Bronson Hetzer
Co-Producer
Patrick Himes
Patrick Himes
Producer
Ryan Palcic
Ryan Palcic
Co-Producer
Alex McCollough
Alex McCollough
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I stop in again tonight so I can see you
But you're never here in time for my first drink
'Cause you're with him and he knows how he should treat you
And I still can't see why you aren't with me
As my boots touch boot-scuffed hardwood I've almost found you
As the shots go down I can feel you more and more
As the jukebox sings my arms are back around you
As I hold a stranger out on the dance floor
You don't love me like you used to and you don't answer my calls
But somehow I still find you in these smoke filled whiskey walls
The music's loud, this ain't your crowd, but baby here you are
I know you hate it here but you're always at the bar
Guess you never much indulged in drinking liquor
And you always told me I indulged too much
Girl, there ain't no way out of hell for a sinner
Or a rambling man with a cold Jack Daniels crutch
You don't love me like you used to and you don't answer my calls
But somehow I still find you in these smoke filled whiskey walls
The music's loud, this ain't your crowd, but baby here you are
I know you hate it here but you're always at the bar
Yeah, the music's loud, this ain't your crowd
You ain't ever here at all
Man, I hate it here but you're always at the bar
God Damn, I hate it here but you're always at the bar
Written by: Bronson Hetzer, Etheridge Wilson
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