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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Walker Hayes
Walker Hayes
Akustische Gitarre
Fred Eltringham
Fred Eltringham
Schlagzeug
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
E-Gitarre
Kris Donegan
Kris Donegan
E-Gitarre
Tony Lucido
Tony Lucido
Bass
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Klavier
Ryan Gore
Ryan Gore
Shaker
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Walker Hayes
Walker Hayes
Songwriter:in
Thomas Archer
Thomas Archer
Songwriter:in
Kylie Sackley
Kylie Sackley
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Walker Hayes
Walker Hayes
Co-Produzent:in
Shane McAnally
Shane McAnally
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Hey Well, I got some coke in my bourbon Surfin' the room like Swazye No, I ain't drunk, I'm amazin' Yeah, I got that laid way, way back, back in my swagger X factor feelin' no pain, I'm at the top of my game Darlin', you can't crash my party With your "sorry's" and "what are we's" Don't start rainin' on my Mardi Gras parade for a minute I ain't even fixin' to listen to your guilt trippin' You're forgettin' girl you made your bed And didn't want me in it (hey) Whoa girl, simmer on down a notch Ain't nobody makin' you watch me get my forget you on No girl, can't touch my good as gold I know it's difficult to see me on a roll (hey) But hey, you broke up with me Yeah, what can I say, babe, you broke up with me Ha, guess you don't know what you want 'Til you see you're movin' on Makin' lonely look like freedom Baby, don't even act like I'm doin' somethin' wrong If my song comes on, and I get lost on that dance floor In somebody's arms that ain't yours You can't crash my party With your "sorry's" and "what are we's" Don't start rainin' on my Mardi Gras parade for a minute I ain't even fixin' to listen to your guilt trippin' You're forgettin' girl you made your bed And didn't want me in it (hey) Whoa girl, simmer on down a notch Ain't nobody makin' you watch me get my forget you on No girl, can't touch my good as gold I know it's difficult to see me on a roll (hey) But hey, you broke up with me Yeah, what can I say, babe, you broke up with me For real, babe, ain't tryin' to rub it your face I'm just breakin' off a little cold hard truth It is what it is, girl, you did what you did, girl I'm just doin' what a bachelor do Darlin', you can't crash my party With your "sorry's" and "what are we's" Don't start rainin' on my Mardi Gras parade for a minute (quit it) I ain't even fixin' to listen to your guilt trippin' You're forgettin' girl you made your bed And didn't want me in it (hey) Whoa girl, simmer on down a notch Ain't nobody makin' you watch me get my forget you on No girl, can't touch my good as gold I know it's difficult to see me on a roll But hey, you broke up with me Yeah, what can I say, babe, you broke up with me (hey)
Writer(s): Thomas Archer, Kylie Sackley, Walker Hayes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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