Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Thomas Rhett
Thomas Rhett
Lead Vocals
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Electric Guitar
Jesse Frasure
Jesse Frasure
Programming
David Huff
David Huff
Programming
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass Guitar
Charlie Judge
Charlie Judge
Keyboards
Chris Kimmerer
Chris Kimmerer
Drums
Michael Hardy
Michael Hardy
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thomas Rhett
Thomas Rhett
Songwriter
Jesse Frasure
Jesse Frasure
Songwriter
HARDY
HARDY
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thomas Rhett
Thomas Rhett
Producer
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Producer
Jesse Frasure
Jesse Frasure
Producer
Joe Baldridge
Joe Baldridge
Recording Engineer
Josh Ditty
Josh Ditty
Assistant Recording Engineer
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
David Huff
David Huff
Editing Engineer
Chris Small
Chris Small
Editing Engineer
Adam Ayan
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
Mike Griffith
Mike Griffith
Studio Personnel
Brianna Steinitz
Brianna Steinitz
Studio Personnel
Janice Soled
Janice Soled
Studio Personnel
Jason Mott
Jason Mott
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Oh yeah Baby I've been thinkin', we got two weeks worth of vacation And I'm cravin', some vitamin D, a kite on a string Let's get off the grid where our phone don't ring I'm talkin' orange, Merlot, Clabot On a blanket baby with you, see you there Corona, Malibu, I just wanna kick it with you Somewhere in the sand, cold one in our hand Listenin' to a little beach bar band singin' "Don't worry be happy" How could I not? Baby when you're lookin' at me With those eyes, creepin' in like that tide Gettin' me rooftop 30A high No plans, just tan, sun kissed, lovin' it Covered in sand, yeah In the sheets, on your feet, in the shower In the wind, on your skin, on a towel On the bottom of a bottle, in your long hair Let's get to gettin' girl Somewhere in the sand, cold one in our hand Listenin' to a little beach bar band singin' "Don't worry be happy" How could I not? Baby when you're lookin' at me With those eyes, creepin' in like that tide Gettin' me rooftop 30A high No plans, just tan, sun kissed, lovin' it Covered in sand, yeah Saint John, Saint George, Saint Pete Lake Michigan or kickin' in the Quays We could spend a month or we could spend a week I just wanna be Somewhere in the sand, cold one in our hand Listenin' to a little beach bar band singin' "Don't worry be happy" How could I not? Baby when you're lookin' at me With those eyes, creepin' in like that tide Gettin' me rooftop 30A high No plans, just tan, sun kissed, lovin' it Covered in sand, yeah No plans, just tan, sun kissed, lovin' it Covered in sand, yeah
Writer(s): Jesse Frasure, Michael Hardy, Thomas Rhett Akins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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