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Brett Young - Ticket To L.A. (Lyric Version)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brett Young
Brett Young
Lead Vocals
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Electric Guitar
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass Guitar
David Huff
David Huff
Programming
Ben Caver
Ben Caver
Background Vocals
Charlie Judge
Charlie Judge
Keyboards
Zach Crowell
Zach Crowell
Programming
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brett Young
Brett Young
Songwriter
Zach Crowell
Zach Crowell
Songwriter
Jon Nite
Jon Nite
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Producer
Jimmy Harnen
Jimmy Harnen
Executive Producer
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
Adam Ayan
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
Mike Griffith
Mike Griffith
Studio Personnel
Laurel Kittleson
Laurel Kittleson
Studio Personnel
Janice Soled
Janice Soled
Studio Personnel
Brianna Steinitz
Brianna Steinitz
Studio Personnel
David Huff
David Huff
Editing Engineer
Ben Caver
Ben Caver
Additional Engineer
Noah Needleman
Noah Needleman
Additional Engineer
Gabe Burch
Gabe Burch
Assistant Recording Engineer
Seth Morton
Seth Morton
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Gate 22, two hour delay She was waitin' on a plane to L.A. I didn't see the harm in sittin' Down at the wrong gate She said, "Hello, where you headed to?" I didn't lie but I bent the truth Said, "I'd go anywhere with you" And before long It was midnight in the middle of JFK Tryin' to take my mind off the fallin' rain I was sayin' anything to make her laugh Never wanted anything so bad She got me wishin' that she could stay Doesn't even know that I've missed my plane Now there ain't a single thing I wouldn't trade For a ticket to L.A. Yeah, yeah, a ticket to L.A Yeah, yeah, yeah She opened up after a drink Said, she started law school in the spring And by the time that she had three I know almost everything Lightnin' flashed across the sky I said, it probably wasn't safe to fly Secretly, I hoped that she'd be stuck With me all night It was midnight in the middle of JFK Tryin' to take my mind off the fallin' rain I was sayin' anything to make her laugh Never wanted anything so bad She got me wishin' that she could stay Doesn't even know that I've missed my plane Now there ain't a single thing I wouldn't trade For a ticket to L.A. And now Gate 22 is callin' out her name She wrote her number on my hand And walked away Alone here in the middle of JFK Sittin' near the bar in an empty gate I'd do anything to bring her back Never wanted anything so bad She got me wishin' that she could stay Doesn't even know that I've missed my plane Now there ain't a single thing I wouldn't trade For a ticket to L.A. Yeah, yeah, a ticket to L.A Yeah, yeah A ticket to L.A. yeah A ticket to L.A. A ticket to L.A. A ticket to L.A., yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Zach Crowell, Jon Nite, Brett Young Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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