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Blake Shelton - The Keys (Official Audio)
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Blake Shelton
Blake Shelton
Leadgesang
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Programmierung
Nir Z
Nir Z
Schlagzeug
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Akustische Gitarre
Mark Hill
Mark Hill
Bass
Adam Shoenfeld
Adam Shoenfeld
E-Gitarre
Blair Masters
Blair Masters
Klavier
Troy Lancaster
Troy Lancaster
E-Gitarre
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Stahlgitarre
Perry Coleman
Perry Coleman
Begleitgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Brock Berryhill
Brock Berryhill
Songwriter:in
Bobby Pinson
Bobby Pinson
Songwriter:in
Jay Brunswick
Jay Brunswick
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Scott Hendricks
Scott Hendricks
Produzent:in
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Mischtechniker:in
Drew Bollman
Drew Bollman
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Luke Armentrout
Luke Armentrout
Mastering-Ingenieurassistent:in
Adam Battershell
Adam Battershell
Mastering-Ingenieurassistent:in
Jacob Friga
Jacob Friga
Mastering-Ingenieurassistent:in
Nir Z
Nir Z
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Phil O'Donnell
Phil O'Donnell
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Brian David Willis
Brian David Willis
Schnitttechniker:in
Sean Badum
Sean Badum
Ingenieurassistent:in
Clarke Schleicher
Clarke Schleicher
Ingenieurassistent:in
Kelsey Porter
Kelsey Porter
Ingenieurassistent:in

Songteksten

[Verse 1]
Chevrolet, that's what the faded letters used to say
On the chain the dealer gave me
On the day I drove it away
[Verse 2]
Room 202, I didn't turn it in like you're s'posed to
I was eighteen, she was twenty-two
In that spring break hotel room
I learned a thing or two
[Chorus]
And it hangs there on a hook by my front door
Half of them don't even work no more
But I remember what each one used to be for
On a ring that holds the keys that unlock me
[Verse 3]
Master lock
I got more of those than most folks got
This gold one goes to the gate where we used to drink a lot
At the edge of Grandpa's crops
When he sold it, I stole it from underneath that rock
[Chorus]
It hangs there on a hook by my front door
Half of them don't even work no more
But I remember what each one used to be for
On a ring that holds the keys that unlock me
[Chorus]
This one here's a spare I'll never throw away
Mama put it there for me, just in case
I ever came back home one day
Still on the ring that holds the keys that unlock me
Written by: Bobby Pinson, Brock Berryhill, Jay Brunswick
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