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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Tim McGraw
Tim McGraw
Leadgesang
Lonnie Wilson
Lonnie Wilson
Schlagzeug
Steve Nathan
Steve Nathan
Klavier
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Keith Follesé
Keith Follesé
Songwriter:in
Rick Ferrell
Rick Ferrell
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Tim McGraw
Tim McGraw
Produzent:in
Byron Gallimore
Byron Gallimore
Produzent:in
James Stroud
James Stroud
Produzent:in
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Mischtechniker:in
Doug Sax
Doug Sax
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
John Van Nest
John Van Nest
Schnitttechniker:in
Julian King
Julian King
Ingenieur:in
Mike Dy
Mike Dy
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Rich Hanson
Rich Hanson
Ingenieur:in
Rob Hoffman
Rob Hoffman
Mischtechnikerassistent:in

Songteksten

[Verse 1]
It was Labor Day weekend, I was seventeen
I bought a Coke and some gasoline
And I drove out to the county fair
When I saw her for the first time
She was standing there in the ticket line
And it all started right then and there
[PreChorus]
Oh, a sailor's sky made a perfect sunset
And that's a day I'll never forget
[Chorus]
I had a barbecue stain on my white t-shirt
She was killing me in that mini skirt
Skipping rocks on the river by the railroad tracks
She had a suntan line and red lipstick
I worked so hard for that first kiss
And a heart don't forget something like that
[Verse 2]
It was five years later on a south bound plane
I was headed down to New Orleans
To meet some friends of mine for the Mardi Gras
When I heard a voice from the past
Coming from a few rows back
And when I looked
I couldn't believe just what I saw
[PreChorus]
She said, "I bet you don't remember me"
And I said, "Only every other memory"
[Chorus]
I had a barbecue stain on my white t-shirt
You were killing me in that mini skirt
Skipping rocks on the river by the railroad tracks
You had a suntan line and red lipstick
I worked so hard for that first kiss
And a heart don't forget something like that
[Bridge]
Like an old photograph
Time can make a feeling fade
But the memory of the first love
Never fades away
[Chorus]
I had a barbecue stain on my white t-shirt
She was killing me in that mini skirt
Skipping rocks on the river by the railroad tracks
She had a suntan line and red lipstick
I worked so hard for that first kiss
And a heart don't forget, no
A heart don't forget
I said, a heart don't forget something like that
[Outro]
Oh, not something like that
Written by: Richard Lloyd Ferrell, Keith C. Follese
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