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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Kenny Chesney
Kenny Chesney
Stimme und Gesang
Michael Hardy
Michael Hardy
Begleitgesang
Danny Rader
Danny Rader
Akustische Gitarre
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Nick Buda
Nick Buda
Schlagzeug
Kenny Greenberg
Kenny Greenberg
E-Gitarre
David Lyndon Huff
David Lyndon Huff
Programmierung
David Dorn
David Dorn
Synthesizer
HARDY
HARDY
Begleitgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Hunter Phelps
Hunter Phelps
Songwriter:in
Michael Hardy
Michael Hardy
Songwriter:in
Zach Abend
Zach Abend
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Kenny Chesney
Kenny Chesney
Produzent:in
Joey Salit
Joey Salit
Mastering-Ingenieurassistent:in
Taylor Chadwick
Taylor Chadwick
Mastering-Ingenieurassistent:in
Brandon Towles
Brandon Towles
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Reid Shippen
Reid Shippen
Mischtechniker:in
Buddy Cannon
Buddy Cannon
Produzent:in
Tony Castle
Tony Castle
Aufnahmeingenieur:in

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Downtown looks like it's New Year's Eve Find some bar you can halfway breathe Touch tune some old deep cut Cheap Trick Got your girl singin' every word of it So you bring a couple shots of chilled Patrón To the prettiest thing that you ever hit on And somehow she ain't got a boyfriend So you make her laugh all night and then Take her home, fall in love Thank the good Lord up above That He sent one down into your arms And put a chain around your raise-hell heart You try to play it cool walking through the door But you're smiling like a fool 'cause you can't wait For them down-the-road memories you're bound to make And you will one day, take her home Gassed-up truck sittin' in the driveway In the back there's a black and a pink suitcase She can't stop saying she's freaking out You say, "Baby, you ain't got nothin' to worry about" Then you hold her hand, kiss her one time And throw it in drive And take her home, then fall in love Thank the good Lord up above That He sent one down into your arms And put a chain around your raise-hell heart You try to play it cool walking through the door But you're smiling like a fool 'cause you can't wait for Them down-the-road memories you're bound to make And you will one day, take her home (home, home) Take her home (home, home) Sometimes God draws life like a dream Paints you a seven-pound-five-ounce scene In a car seat creeping down the interstate Two young lovers that are scared to death But still can't wait To take her home, fall in love Thank the good Lord up above That He sent one down into your arms And put a chain around your raise-hell heart You try to play it cool walking through the door But you're smiling like a fool 'cause you can't wait for Them down-the-road memories you're bound to make And you will one day, take her home Take her home, take her home, take her home (home, home) Take her home Take her home, take her home, take her home (home, home)
Writer(s): Hunter Phelps, Zach Abend, Michael Hardy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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