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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Reed Foley
Reed Foley
Performer
Tom Bukovac
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
Brandon Hood
Brandon Hood
Acoustic Guitar
Bruce Bouton
Bruce Bouton
Pedal Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Reed Foley
Reed Foley
Songwriter
Jeremy E McCall
Jeremy E McCall
Songwriter
Stephen Hunley
Stephen Hunley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brandon Hood
Brandon Hood
Producer
Seth Morton
Seth Morton
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Summer rain comin' down on a tin roof
A Whiskey glass filling up with some 90 proof
A crowd roaring under Friday night lights
But baby there's nothing like
Yeah, the sound of your tires creeping up my drive
The way you catch your breath when I pull you in tight
Bare feet tip-toeing 'cross the bedroom floor
got me begging for more
Yeah, the way you laugh and the way you sing
Yeah but girl more than anything
The way you say I love you in my ear
Now that’s what I like to hear
A bonfire just a poppin’ neath the full moon
The sweet hum of a gassed-up Evinrude
A B-side of an Eagles 45
But baby nothing hits me like
Yeah, the sound of your tires creeping up my drive
The way you catch your breath when I pull you in tight
Bare feet tip-toeing 'cross the bedroom floor
got me begging for more
Yeah, the way you laugh and the way you sing
But girl more than anything
The way you say I love you in my ear
Yeah that’s what I like to hear
I never was the forever type
But girl you got me changin' my mind
Cause I love the sound of your tires creeping up my drive
The way you catch your breath when I pull you in tight
Your bare feet tip-toeing 'cross the bedroom floor
got me begging for more
Yeah, the way you laugh and the way you sing
But girl more than anything
The way you say I love you in my ear
Now that’s what I like to hear
What I like to hear
Written by: Jeremy E McCall, Reed Foley, Stephen Hunley
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