Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cowboy Troy
Cowboy Troy
Vocals
Adam Shoenfeld
Adam Shoenfeld
Electric Guitar
Paul Allen
Paul Allen
Acoustic Guitar
Atom
Atom
Electric Guitar
Ethan Pilzer
Ethan Pilzer
Bass
Randy Kohrs
Randy Kohrs
Dobro
Brian Barnett
Brian Barnett
Drums
Jonathan Yudkin
Jonathan Yudkin
Fiddle
Michael Rojas
Michael Rojas
Piano
Mike Johnson
Mike Johnson
Pedal Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Shoenfeld
Adam Shoenfeld
Songwriter
John Rich
John Rich
Songwriter
Troy Coleman
Troy Coleman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Rich
John Rich
Producer
Clarke Schleicher
Clarke Schleicher
Additional Engineer
Paul Hart
Paul Hart
Assistant Engineer
Lowell Reynolds
Lowell Reynolds
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Adam Engelhardt
Adam Engelhardt
Assistant Engineer
Matt Beale
Matt Beale
Assistant Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Big Kenny
Big Kenny
Producer
Paul Worley
Paul Worley
Producer
Bart Pursley
Bart Pursley
Mixing Engineer
David Robinson
David Robinson
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

She's sittin' at the bar, sipping on a beverage Try to use your platinum card to get leverage It don't matter, she's got her own She's got diamonds for buttons on her cellular phone She's a cutie with a booty, a hottie with a body Get her on the dance floor, gonna get naughty Don't mean no harm, just a little fun 'Til it's time for breakfast and you see the sun Can't find the key to the door where her heart is Can't find no magic word to say all the things I want to say There's no equation for that rose, she only knows when she goes! She's automatic, she's automatic She turns on when she wants to Don't give her no static, she's automatic She turns on when she wants to Automatic The beat gets fast and you're cravin' more Suddenly you make you way to the floor It's a hick-hop beat boy your body is pumped All the fine ladies just shakin' their butts Step up to one then you ask her to dance It appears to you she's in a trance Take your time son play your position 'Cause that's the primary mission Can't find the key to the door where her heart is Can't find no magic word to say all the things I want to say There's no equation for that rose, she only knows when she goes! She's automatic, she's automatic She turns on when she wants to Don't give her no static, she's automatic She turns on when she wants to Automatic She's automatic, she's automatic She turns on when she wants to Don't give her no static, she's automatic She turns on when she wants to She's automatic, she's automatic She turns on when she wants to Don't give her no static, she's automatic She turns on when she wants to Automatic Automatic Automatic
Writer(s): John Rich, Shoenfield, Adam, Cowboy Troy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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