Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tim McGraw
Tim McGraw
Lead Vocals
Lonnie Wilson
Lonnie Wilson
Drums
Steve Nathan
Steve Nathan
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keith Follesé
Keith Follesé
Songwriter
Rick Ferrell
Rick Ferrell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tim McGraw
Tim McGraw
Producer
Byron Gallimore
Byron Gallimore
Producer
James Stroud
James Stroud
Producer
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Doug Sax
Doug Sax
Mastering Engineer
John Van Nest
John Van Nest
Editing Engineer
Julian King
Julian King
Engineer
Mike Dy
Mike Dy
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Rich Hanson
Rich Hanson
Engineer
Rob Hoffman
Rob Hoffman
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It was Labor Day weekend, I was seventeen
I bought a Coke and some gasoline
And I drove out to the county fair
When I saw her for the first time
She was standing there in the ticket line
And it all started right then and there
[PreChorus]
Oh, a sailor's sky made a perfect sunset
And that's a day I'll never forget
[Chorus]
I had a barbecue stain on my white t-shirt
She was killing me in that mini skirt
Skipping rocks on the river by the railroad tracks
She had a suntan line and red lipstick
I worked so hard for that first kiss
And a heart don't forget something like that
[Verse 2]
It was five years later on a south bound plane
I was headed down to New Orleans
To meet some friends of mine for the Mardi Gras
When I heard a voice from the past
Coming from a few rows back
And when I looked
I couldn't believe just what I saw
[PreChorus]
She said, "I bet you don't remember me"
And I said, "Only every other memory"
[Chorus]
I had a barbecue stain on my white t-shirt
You were killing me in that mini skirt
Skipping rocks on the river by the railroad tracks
You had a suntan line and red lipstick
I worked so hard for that first kiss
And a heart don't forget something like that
[Bridge]
Like an old photograph
Time can make a feeling fade
But the memory of the first love
Never fades away
[Chorus]
I had a barbecue stain on my white t-shirt
She was killing me in that mini skirt
Skipping rocks on the river by the railroad tracks
She had a suntan line and red lipstick
I worked so hard for that first kiss
And a heart don't forget, no
A heart don't forget
I said, a heart don't forget something like that
[Outro]
Oh, not something like that
Written by: Richard Lloyd Ferrell, Keith C. Follese
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