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Crédits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Trace Adkins
Künstler:in
Evan Hutchings
Schlagzeug
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Danny Rader
Akustische Gitarre
Rob McNelley
E-Gitarre
Adam Shoenfeld
E-Gitarre
David Cohen
Tasteninstrumente
Ryan Gore
Schlagzeug-Programmierung
Wes Hightower
Begleitgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Monty Criswell
Songwriter:in
Casey Beathard
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Ryan Gore
Mischtechniker:in
Bart Butler
Produzent:in
Paroles
Is it v8 streamlined fast lane black or grass on the other side green
Or taking off out of the blue to get to where the palm trees lean
Is it sweat rolling down a cold silver bullet or 90 proof lynchburg brown
Or red dripping off the end of your brush painting up this town
What color's your wild what cranks the dial on your radio
What moves your needle baby what makes your speakers blow
What makes you crazy like a loving life sugar high child
What color's your wild
Is it lightning striking storm chaser grey, dancing in a purple rain
Is it that neon night ball poolhall off of third and main
Are you hiding some guns and roses or maybe a butterfly on your skin
When you kiss me like that are you waving the white flag and letting me in
What color's your wild what cranks the dial on your radio
What moves your needle baby what makes your speakers blow
What makes you crazy like a loving life sugar high child
What color's your wild
You want to climb up and spell it on the water tank
Get outside the county lines where the numbers ain't
Mine is that pink shade of reckless on your innocent smile
What color's your wild
Girl I gotta know cause I want to go
Get the wind blowing through your hair
Even if it's the dark side of the moon
Baby I don't care I'll get you there
What color's your wild what cranks the dial on your radio
What moves your needle baby what makes your speakers blow
What makes you crazy like a loving life sugar high child
What color's your wild
You want to climb up and spell it on the water tank
Get outside the county lines where the numbers ain't
Mine is that pink shade of reckless on your innocent smile
What color's your wild
What color's your wild
What color's your wild
Is it sweat rolling down a cold silver bullet or 90 proof lynchburg brown
Or red dripping off the end of your brush painting up this town
Writer(s): Casey Beathard, Monty Criswell
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