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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Night Game
The Night Game
Performer
Martin Johnson
Martin Johnson
Vocals
Francois Tetaz
Francois Tetaz
Programming
Brandon Paddock
Brandon Paddock
Programming
Ryland Blackington
Ryland Blackington
Keyboards
Kirin J Callinan
Kirin J Callinan
Electric Guitar
Sean Hurley
Sean Hurley
Bass Guitar
Michael Iveson
Michael Iveson
Drums
John Kirby
John Kirby
Keyboards
Eric Garner
Eric Garner
Triangle
Dale Spollett
Dale Spollett
Background Vocals
Morgan Dorr
Morgan Dorr
Background Vocals
Patrick Wimberly
Patrick Wimberly
Background Vocals
Andrew VanWyngarden
Andrew VanWyngarden
Background Vocals
Connan Mockasin
Connan Mockasin
Background Vocals
Molly McCook
Molly McCook
Background Vocals
Jacqueline Miskanic
Jacqueline Miskanic
Background Vocals
John Keefe
John Keefe
Background Vocals
Gang Vocals
Gang Vocals
Choir
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Martin Johnson
Martin Johnson
Composer
Francois Tetaz
Francois Tetaz
Songwriter
Kevin Griffin
Kevin Griffin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Martin Johnson
Martin Johnson
Producer
Francois Tetaz
Francois Tetaz
Producer
Brandon Paddock
Brandon Paddock
Engineer
Kevin Bisch
Kevin Bisch
Additional Producer
Kyle Moorman
Kyle Moorman
Engineer
Devin Kam
Devin Kam
Assistant Engineer
Nicholas Morsov
Nicholas Morsov
Engineer
Travis Ferrence
Travis Ferrence
Engineer
Ryland Blackington
Ryland Blackington
Engineer
Dan Piscina
Dan Piscina
Assistant Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Adam Barnes
Adam Barnes
Choreography

Lyrics

He was 18 and wasted Bedroom in the basement Parents' house Tucson, Arizona What do you expect from a high school diploma? Working hours in the shoe store Selling dimes out the backdoor And he puts on his prom crown, Says to his mama "I'm the king of this town" Won't you take me out? I hear the midnight streets are calling You can hold me down But like a bird I'm just free falling Here's to these american nights We're having the time of our lives Living, dreaming, feeling, never sleeping till we see the morning light, On these American nights Neighborhood kid just back from the desert Tattoo and a discharge letter VA in the St. John's, 6 times a week He still sleeps with his boots on She skipped track up to Brooklyn, with a dream and some dark skin Graveyard at the Rhino This is the place where the stars shine, you know Won't you take me out? I hear the midnight streets are calling You can hold me down But like a bird I'm just free falling Here's to these american nights We're having the time of our lives Living, dreaming, feeling, Never sleeping till we see the morning light On these American nights Hey Hey Hey On these American nights Hey On these American nights Hey Sky's black in November Nothing good lasts forever Twelve gauge heart in a machine gun town Whole life running, you can't stop now Here's to these American nights We're having the time of our lives Living on a feeling, I got a feeling that it's gonna be alright On these American nights On these American nights Hey On these American nights On these American nights Hey On these American nights On these American nights
Writer(s): Kevin Griffin, Martin Johnson, Francois Tetaz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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