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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
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Stimme und Gesang
Ryan Gore
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Josh Osborne
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Ilya Toshinskiy
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E-Gitarre
Josh Matheny
Dobro
Craig Young
Bass
Jeneé Fleenor
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Alex Wright
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Carly Pearce
Songwriter:in
Justin Ebach
Songwriter:in
Charles Kelley
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Carly Pearce
Produzent:in
Dave Clauss
Schnitttechniker:in
Ryan Gore
Mischtechniker:in
Shane McAnally
Produzent:in
Josh Osborne
Produzent:in
Mike Stankiewicz
Schnitttechniker:in
Ted Jensen
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Alex Ghenea
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Sean R. Badum
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Paroles
Always thought you loved that black Z71 more than you loved me
Momma always told me boys like you would run, not for keeps
You called me up to tell me you were working late (uh-huh)
But I heard right now you're dancing with a little miss Jane
Birds been talking up on the wire
Spilling your secrets all over this town
You and her, back road, pulling all-nighters
Did you really think that I wouldn't find out?
Oh-oh-oh-oh, so I found a little gas in a small red can
Oh-oh-oh-oh, last strike match flying out of my hand
Liar, liar, truck on fire
Flames rolling off of your Goodyear tires
Burn, burn, you're gonna learn
Never should've put your lips on her
Should've known from the way that you never left your phone sitting by the bed
Or the way that you laughed it off when I was catching on, said it was in my head
Did you think that I wouldn't smell that cheap perfume? (Uh-huh)
You'll have to find a new ride 'cause the joke's on you
Birds been talking up on the wire
Spilling your secrets all over this town
You and her, back road, pulling all-nighters
Did you really think that I wouldn't find out?
Oh-oh-oh-oh, so I found a little gas in a small red can
Oh-oh-oh-oh, last strike match flying out of my hand
Liar, liar, truck on fire
Flames rolling off of your Goodyear tires
Burn, burn, you're gonna learn
Never should've put your lips on her
Put your lips on her
(Ooh, ooh)
Burn, burn, burn, baby
(Ooh, ooh)
You'll learn, learn, learn, baby
Birds been talking up on the wire
Spilling your secrets all over this town
You and her, back road, pulling all-nighters
Did you really think that I wouldn't find out?
Oh-oh-oh-oh, so I found a little gas in a small red can
Oh-oh-oh-oh, last strike match flying out of my hand
Liar, liar, truck on fire
Flames rolling off of your Goodyear tires
Burn, burn, you're gonna learn
Never should've put your lips on her
Writer(s): Justin Allen Ebach, Carly Pearce, Charles Kelley
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