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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kenny Chesney
Vocals
Audley Freed
Acoustic Guitar
Barry Bales
Upright Bass
Pat Buchanan
Electric Guitar
Adam Steffey
Mandolin
Wyatt Beard
Background Vocals
Paul Leim
Drums
Eric Darken
Percussion
Larry Paxton
Bass
John Hobbs
Synthesizer
Kenny Greenberg
Electric Guitar
Fred Eltringham
Percussion
John Willis
Acoustic Guitar
Gretchen Rhodes
Background Vocals
Keith Gattis
Acoustic Guitar
Lonnie Wilson
Drums
Mac McAnally
Acoustic Guitar
Melonie Cannon
Background Vocals
Mickey Raphael
Harmonica
Robert Greenidge
Steel Drum
Jeffrey Taylor
Accordion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ross Copperman
Songwriter
David Lee Murphy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kenny Chesney
Producer
Charlie Brocco
Additional Engineer
Adam Grover
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Daniel Bacigalupi
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Natthaphol Abhigantaphand
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Drew Bollman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Buddy Cannon
Producer
Rick Humes
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ross Alexander
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Alex Dolphin
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ben Terry
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chase Trombley
Assistant Recording Engineer
Derek Parnell
Assistant Recording Engineer
Leland Elliott
Assistant Recording Engineer
Mike Stankiewicz
Assistant Recording Engineer
Nathan Yarborough
Assistant Recording Engineer
Paul Bowman
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tobin Quadros
Assistant Recording Engineer
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
Tony Castle
Recording Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Butch Carr
Additional Engineer
Seth Morton
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Well, I come from a little bitty, homegrown small town
Smoky Mountains, nice place to hang around
Moonshine, that's where they make it
Put it in a jug, makes you wanna get naked
But I jumped on a Greyhound bus one night
And took it all the way to the end of the line
Stepped out in the sun, when my feet hit the sand
What a long, strange trip
[Chorus]
I spent my whole life running around (Running around)
Still let the wind kinda blow me around
Well, I dropped a note in a bottle
To a long-legged model
And I traded it in for a whole 'nother world
A pirate flag and an island girl
[Instrumental]
Well, my friends back home think I've gone and lost my mind
Take a sip of rum and you really would know why
Jolly Roger flying on the picnic table
Blender in the kitchen, willing and able
Don't know what makes you say, "What the hell?"
But when the salt air catches a hold of that sail
Something 'bout it makes her just want to dance
And she loves to dance
[Chorus]
I spent my whole life running around (Running around)
Still let the wind kinda blow me around
Well, I dropped a note in a bottle
To a long-legged model
And I traded it in for a whole 'nother world
A pirate flag and an island girl
[PostChorus]
A pirate flag and an island girl (Island girl)
[Instrumental]
Well, I remember back home 'neath the big old moon
Tucked back in the woods, yeah, life was good
But here we are in a local bar
And drinking shooting stars
[Chorus]
I might spend my whole life running around (Running around)
Still let the wind kinda blow me around
Well, I dropped a note in a bottle
To a long-legged model
And I traded it in for a whole 'nother world
A pirate flag and an island girl
[PostChorus]
A pirate flag and an island girl
A pirate flag and an island girl
[Instrumental]
A pirate flag and an island girl
A pirate flag and an island girl
Written by: David Lee Murphy, Ross Copperman