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Luke Combs
Luke Combs
Stimme und Gesang
Scott Moffatt
Scott Moffatt
Begleitgesang
Gary Morse
Gary Morse
Pedal-Steel-Gitarre
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Schlagzeug
Wil Houchens
Wil Houchens
Orgel
David Francis
David Francis
Bassgitarre
Sol Littlefield
Sol Littlefield
E-Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Luke Combs
Luke Combs
Songwriter:in
Ray Fulcher
Ray Fulcher
Songwriter:in
Jordan Walker
Jordan Walker
Songwriter:in
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Scott Moffatt
Scott Moffatt
Produzent:in
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
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Jim Cooley
Jim Cooley
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Sunday morning, man She woke up fightin' mad Bitchin' and moanin' on and on 'Bout the time I had And by Tuesday you could say That girl was good as gone Then when Thursday came around I was all alone So I went for a drive to clear my mind Ended up at a Shell on I-65 Then I won a hundred bucks on a scratch-off ticket I bought two 12-packs and a tank of gas with it She swore they were a waste of time Oh, but she was wrong I was caller number five on a radio station Won a four day, three night beach vacation Deep sea señorita fishin' down in Panama And I ain't gotta see my Ex-future-mother-in-law anymore Oh Lord, when it rains it pours Now she was sure real quick to up and apologize When she heard about my newfound luck On that FM dial And it's crazy how lately now It just seems to come in waves What I thought was gonna be the death of me Was my saving grace It's got me thinkin' that her leavin' Is the only logical reason That I got the last spot in the Hooters' parking lot And the waitress left her number on my check with a heart She picked up on the first ring when I gave her a call And I only spent five bucks at the Moose Club raffle Won a used 4-wheeler and three free passes For me and two of my buddies to play a round of golf And I ain't gotta see my Ex-future-mother-in-law anymore Oh Lord, when it rains it pours When it rains it pours Well I've been on one hell of a redneck roll For three weeks now And it all started on the day that she walked out Then I won a hundred bucks on a scratch-off ticket Bought two 12-packs and a tank of gas with it She swore they were a waste of time Oh, but she was wrong And I was caller number five on a radio station Won a four day three night beach vacation Deep sea señorita fishin' down in Panama And I ain't gotta see my Ex-future-mother-in-law anymore Oh Lord, when it rains it pours When it rains it pours
Writer(s): Jordan Walker, Luke Albert Combs, Ray Fulcher Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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