Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cole Swindell
Cole Swindell
Lead Vocals
Michael Carter
Michael Carter
Programming
Billy Panda
Billy Panda
Acoustic Guitar
Russell Terrell
Russell Terrell
Background Vocals
Mike Wolofsky
Mike Wolofsky
Bass Guitar
Greg Morrow
Greg Morrow
Drums
James Mitchell
James Mitchell
Electric Guitar
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cole Swindell
Cole Swindell
Songwriter
Brandon Kinney
Brandon Kinney
Songwriter
Michael Carter
Michael Carter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kam Luchterhand
Kam Luchterhand
Assistant Engineer
Mike Stankiewicz
Mike Stankiewicz
Assistant Engineer
Zack Pancoast
Zack Pancoast
Assistant Engineer
John Palmieri
John Palmieri
Editing Engineer
Mills Logan
Mills Logan
Recording Engineer
Adam Ayan
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
Patrick Thrasher
Patrick Thrasher
Mixing Engineer
Scott Johnson
Scott Johnson
Producer

Lyrics

I wish this whiskey Would make her miss me Like I wish she did, I wish she did Pouring up another one Won't change what I should've done Before she left, now all that's left is Mile by mile and city by city she's Getting over me and man it ain't pretty, no She's out there rolling down some old interstate Wide open, wide open, couldn't make her stay Probably cranking up some new freedom song Wide open, wide open, won't pick up the phone While I'm dying here tonight Staring goodbye in the face Saying I love you too late Too late I can't take back what I never said but If I could, man I would Try and make her see That me and Tennessee want her back I wish it worked like that, yeah If I had half a clue where she was heading now I'd do what I had to do To make her turn her car around She's out there rolling down some old interstate Wide open, wide open, couldn't make her stay Probably cranking up some new freedom song Wide open, wide open, won't pick up the phone While I'm dying here tonight Staring goodbye in the face Saying I love you too late Too late Yeah, I shoulda held her close I shoulda let her know How I felt about her 'Bout a couple county lines ago She's out there rolling down some old interstate Wide open, wide open, I couldn't make her stay Probably cranking up some new freedom song Wide open, wide open, won't pick up the phone While I'm dying here tonight Staring goodbye in the face Saying I love you too late Too late, yeah I love you too late I can't take back what I never said but If I could, damn I would
Writer(s): Cole Swindell, Brandon Kinney, Michael Carter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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