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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Sam Hunt
Sam Hunt
Stimme und Gesang
Luke Laird
Luke Laird
Programmierung
Zach Crowell
Zach Crowell
Programmierung
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Akustische Gitarre
Jeneé Fleenor
Jeneé Fleenor
Geige
Russ Pahl
Russ Pahl
Pedal-Steel-Gitarre
Webb Pierce
Webb Pierce
Sampling-Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Sam Hunt
Sam Hunt
Songwriter:in
Luke Laird
Luke Laird
Songwriter:in
Shane McAnally
Shane McAnally
Songwriter:in
Josh Osborne
Josh Osborne
Songwriter:in
Ashley Gorley
Ashley Gorley
Songwriter:in
Audrey Grisham
Audrey Grisham
Songwriter:in
Russ Hull
Russ Hull
Songwriter:in
Mary Jean Shurtz
Mary Jean Shurtz
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Luke Laird
Luke Laird
Produzent:in
Zach Crowell
Zach Crowell
Produzent:in
Jim Cooley
Jim Cooley
Mischtechniker:in
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
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Lyrics

There stands the glass That will ease all my pain That will settle my brain It's my first one today There stands the glass That-that will ease all my pain That-that will settle my brain It-it's my first one today Ay I saw your sister at work I saw your mama at church I'm pretty sure I saw your car at the mall I see your face in the clouds I smell your perfume in crowds I swear your number's all my phone wants to call It's kinda funny how I can't seem To get away from you It's almost like you don't want me to You've got a cold heart and the cold hard truth I got a bottle of whiskey, but I got no proof That you showed up tonight in that dress Just to mess with my head So much for so long Out of sight, out of mind Girl, you're looking so good It's driving me out of mine Oh, you're breaking my heart Baby, you're playing hard to forget Told me to leave all your things Out on the porch, on the swing Come and grab 'em by the end of the week Well, it's just some jeans and a shirt But it's a whole lot of hurt I think I know why you've been dragging your feet Ain't it funny how I can't seem To get away from you? It's almost like you don't want me to You've got a cold heart and the cold hard truth I got a bottle of whiskey, but I got no proof That you showed up tonight in that dress Just to mess with my head So much for so long Out of sight, out of mind Girl, you're looking so good It's driving me out of mine Oh, you're breaking my heart Baby, you're playing hard to forget There stands the glass That-that will ease all my pain That-that will settle my brain It-it's my first one today You've got a cold heart and the cold hard truth I got a bottle of whiskey, but I got no proof That you showed up tonight in that dress Just to mess with my head So much for so long Out of sight, out of mind Girl, you're looking so good It's driving me out of mine Oh, you're breaking my heart Baby, you're playing hard to forget Oh honey, I'm falling apart You're playing hard to forget
Writer(s): Meary Jean Shurtz, Ashley Glenn Gorley, Shane L. Mcanally, Russ E. Hull, Audrey Grisham, Josh Osborne, Luke Robert Laird, Sam Lawry Hunt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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