Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Laura Colwell
Claviers
Stephen Salisbury
Guitare
Santiago Dietche
Guitare
Dan Duszynski
Guitare
Michael Bain
Guitare
Justin Morris
Guitare
Sarah Schultz
Batterie
Alexis Marsh
Bois
Marlon Hedrick
Trompette
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Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Laura Colwell
Paroles/Composition
Stephen Salisbury
Paroles/Composition
Santiago Dietche
Paroles/Composition
Michael Bain
Paroles/Composition
Justin Morris
Paroles/Composition
Sarah Schultz
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Dan Duszynski
Production
Alli Rogers
Ingénierie
Danny Reisch
Ingénierie
Max Lorenzen
Ingénierie
Chad Doriocourt
Ingénierie
Tess Greenham
Ingénierie de mastérisation
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Production
Paroles
It's a mixed bag
I was cursing out the season
You were searching for a reason to be mad
Babe, I got plenty of them
It's a bad night
Keeping Texas on the timeline
Made it easy to be leaving you behind
But I got what I want and it's just enough
There was an east coast
There was a farm road
There was a five lane highway home
And it's all right
Heavy hitters on the sideline
I know every single fight we've ever had
But I got what I want and it's not enough
There was a phone call
There was a hotel bedroom bar
There was a five lane highway home
There was a tongue tied drag
There was a hope that kept you trying
There was a five lane highway home
Taking the only side, hmm
There was a hope that kept you higher
Drawing a line, making a plea
Yeah, there was a phone call
There was a car that kept on driving
There was a five lane highway home
There was a big mood baby
There's a part of me that's lying
Oh, I was a five lane highway home
I get it, you got it
I get it, you got it bad
We said we'd last forever
Don't you dare try to put it past me
Writer(s): Justin Harris, Laura Colwell, Michael Bain, Santiago Dietche, Sarah Schultz, Stephen Salisbury
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