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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dan Smyers
Programming
Danny Orton
Keyboards
Shay Mooney
Vocals
Bryan Sutton
Acoustic Guitar
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass Guitar
Adam Shoenfeld
Electric Guitar
Eric Darken
Percussion
Tim Akers
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dan Smyers
Songwriter
Danny Orton
Songwriter
Shay Mooney
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dan Smyers
Producer
Danny Orton
Recording Engineer
Drew Bollman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jeff Balding
Recording Engineer
Scott Hendricks
Editing Engineer
Brian David Willis
Editing Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
Seth Morton
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
It was our first week, at Myrtle beach
Where it all began
It was a 102, nothin' to do
Man it was hot, so we jumped in
We were summertime sippin', sippin'
Sweet tea kissin' off of your lips
T-shirt drippin', drippin' wet
How could I forget?
Watchin' that blonde hair swing
To every song I'd sing
You were California beautiful
I was playin' everything but cool
I can still hear that sound
Of every wave crashin' down
Like the tears we cried that day we had to leave
It was everything we wanted it to be
The summer of 19 you and me
We had our first dance in the sand
It was one hell of a souvenir
Tangled up, so in love
So, let's just stay right here
'Til the sun starts creepin', creepin' up
Right then I knew
Just what you were thinkin', thinkin' of
When I looked at you
Watchin' that blonde hair swing
To every song I'd sing
You were California beautiful
I was playin' everything but cool
I can still hear that sound
Of every wave crashin' down
Like the tears we cried that day we had to leave
It was everything we wanted it to be
The summer of 19 you and me
You and me
Watchin' that blonde hair swing
To every song I'd sing
You were California beautiful
Beautiful, beautiful
Watchin' that blonde hair swing
To every song I'd sing
You were California beautiful
I was playin' everything but cool
I can still hear that sound
Of every wave crashin' down
Like the tears we cried that day we had to leave
It was everything we wanted it to be
The summer of 19 you and me
First week, Myrtle beach
Where it all began
Writer(s): Danny Orton, Shay Mooney, Dan Smyers
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