Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Reba McEntire
Vocals
Kenny Chesney
Vocals
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
Paul Franklin
Steel Guitar
Greg Morrow
Drums
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Steve Nathan
Hammond Organ
Aubrey Haynie
Fiddle
The Nashville String Machine
Strings
Jimmy Nichols
Piano
Bergen White
String Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Connie Harrington
Songwriter
Skip Ewing
Songwriter
Bergen White
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Reba McEntire
Producer
Tony Brown
Producer
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
Derek Bason
Mixing Engineer
Todd Tidwell
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chris Ashburn
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Kyle Lehning
Recording Engineer
Casey Wood
Assistant Recording Engineer
Brian David Willis
Editing Engineer
Richard Davis
Editing Engineer
Tony Castle
Editing Engineer
Lyrics
Every other Friday
It's toys, and clothes, and backpacks
Is everybody in? Okay, let's go see Dad
Same time in the same spot
Corner of the same old parking lot
Half the hugs and kisses, they are always sad
We trade a couple words
And looks and kids again
Every other weekend
Every other weekend, very few exceptions
I pick up the love we made in both my arms
It's movies on the sofa
Grilled cheese and cut the crust off
But that's not the way Mom makes it
Daddy breaks my heart
I miss everything
I used to have with her again
Every other weekend
I can't tell her I love her
(I can't tell him I love him)
'Cause there's too many questions
And ears in the car
So I don't tell him I miss him
(I don't tell her I need her)
She's over me, that's where we are
So we're as close as we might ever be again
Every other weekend
Every other Saturday, first thing in the morning
I turn the TV on to make the quiet go away
I know why, but I don't know
Whatever let this happen
Fallin' for forever was a big mistake
There's so much not to do
And all day not to do with him
Every other weekend
Every other Sunday, I empty out my back-seat
While my children hug their mother in the parking lot
We don't touch, we don't talk much
Maybe goodbye to each other
As she drives away with every piece of heart I got
I recognize myself, I did the right thing
Every other weekend
I can't tell her I love her
(I can't tell him I love him)
'Cause there's too many questions
And ears in the car
So I don't tell him I miss him
(I don't tell her I need her)
She's over me, that's where we are
We're as close as we might ever be again
Every other weekend
Yeah, for 15 minutes
We're family again
God, I wish that he was still with me again
Every other weekend
Writer(s): Ron Harbin, Aaron Gayle Barker
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