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