Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Cole Swindell
Cole Swindell
Leadgesang
Billy Panda
Billy Panda
Akustische Gitarre
Russell Terrell
Russell Terrell
Begleitgesang
Mike Wolofsky
Mike Wolofsky
Bassgitarre
Greg Morrow
Greg Morrow
Schlagzeug
James Mitchell
James Mitchell
E-Gitarre
Pat Buchanan
Pat Buchanan
E-Gitarre
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Tasteninstrumente
Michael Carter
Michael Carter
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Cole Swindell
Cole Swindell
Songwriter:in
Jon Nite
Jon Nite
Songwriter:in
Ross Copperman
Ross Copperman
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Kam Luchterhand
Kam Luchterhand
Ingenieurassistent:in
Mike Stankiewicz
Mike Stankiewicz
Ingenieurassistent:in
Zack Pancoast
Zack Pancoast
Ingenieurassistent:in
John Palmieri
John Palmieri
Schnitttechniker:in
Mills Logan
Mills Logan
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Michael Carter
Michael Carter
Produzent:in
Adam Ayan
Adam Ayan
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Patrick Thrasher
Patrick Thrasher
Mischtechniker:in
Scott Johnson
Scott Johnson
Produzent:in

Lyrics

20 in a Chevy on a two lane Yeah, world keeps turning, I keep burning Through the night like cigarettes Country station, black top, ocean I ain't shook that summer yet I'm doing fine like I don't care And that song comes on outta where And I go right back there, yeah You're always gonna be... 20 in a Chevy on a two lane Hand out the window singing Night Train here life still tastes like your name rolling off my lips and sweat drips, time slips It's my hands and your hips It's your lips on my lips I wonder if you ever miss 20 in a Chevy on a two lane Old school feeling, hay field dreaming Yeah we had it all planned out Hands in your hair, middle of nowhere Midnight moon beating down On the hood of my truck where you used to be Nothing falling but your hair, the stars and me Now we're just small town history Girl I swear all I see is 20 in a Chevy on a two lane Hand out the window singing Night Train here life still tastes like your name rolling off my lips and sweat drips, time slips It's my hands and your hips It's your lips on my lips I wonder if you ever miss 20 in a Chevy on a two lane Yeah we were 20 in a Chevy on a two lane Windows fogged up in the hard rain How the hell did we have such a good thing And let it slip away, we let it slip away Like 20 in a Chevy on a two lane Hand out the window singing Night Train here life still tastes like your name rolling off my lips yeah then sweat drips, time slips It's my hands and your hips It's your lips on my lips I wonder if you ever miss 20 in a Chevy on a two lane 20 in a Chevy on a two lane 20 in a Chevy on a two lane Girl you were 20 in a Chevy on a two lane
Writer(s): Cole Swindell, Jon Nite, Ross Copperman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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