Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brett Eldredge
Brett Eldredge
Vocals
Heather Morgan
Heather Morgan
Background Vocals
Nathan Chapman
Nathan Chapman
Bass
Rahsaan Barber
Rahsaan Barber
Alto Saxophone
Kevin Gatzke
Kevin Gatzke
Baritone Saxophone
Aaron Sterling
Aaron Sterling
Drums
Mike Rojas
Mike Rojas
Piano
Stanton Edward
Stanton Edward
Electric Guitar
Evan Cobb
Evan Cobb
Tenor Saxophone
Roy Agee
Roy Agee
Trombone
Emmanuel Echem
Emmanuel Echem
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brett Eldredge
Brett Eldredge
Songwriter
Heather Morgan
Heather Morgan
Songwriter
Nathan Chapman
Nathan Chapman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brett Eldredge
Brett Eldredge
Executive Producer
Nathan Chapman
Nathan Chapman
Producer
Steve Fallone
Steve Fallone
Mastering Engineer
Ryan Hewitt
Ryan Hewitt
Mixing Engineer
Jordan Silva
Jordan Silva
Mixing Engineer
Gena Johnson
Gena Johnson
Recording Engineer
Louis Remenapp
Louis Remenapp
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lowell Reynolds
Lowell Reynolds
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Pour me a glass of somethin' special I'm in the mood to celebrate Dance like the devil went down to Georgia 'Cause he can't keep up with the hell we raise I think I'm overdue for a little fun Wind me up Charlie, let me run I've been working too hard in the summer sun If they don't give me a break, I'ma get me one Can't take it to the grave, I'ma spend it So come on, let me wobble off the line for a minute Pour me a glass of somethin' special I'm in the mood to celebrate Dance like the devil went down to Georgia 'Cause he can't keep with the hell we raise Do a little step, that dirty Kentucky Set the world on fire when they open the gate And dance like the devil went down to Georgia 'Cause he can't keep up with the hell we raise Call my buddy Nate, line 'em up Get everybody here for the good stuff Tell 'em bring you best moves like a potluck Tell 'em back your worries up like a Mack truck I ain't been this happy in a while You can find me on the floor with an alligator smile Pour me a glass of somethin' special I'm in the mood to celebrate Dance like the devil went down to Georgia 'Cause he can't keep up with the hell we raise Do a little step, that dirty Kentucky Set the world on fire when they open the gate And dance like the devil went down to Georgia 'Cause he can't keep up with the hell we raise Lose a button on my shirt Take life for a spin Go on, pour on all that sauce 'Cause you don't get to do it again (no, you don't) No, you don't get to do it again Nah, nah, nah Pour a glass of somethin' special I'm in the mood to celebrate Dance like the devil went down to Georgia 'Cause he can't keep up with hell we raise Do a little step, that dirty Kentucky Set the world on fire when they open the gate And dance like the devil went down to Georgia 'Cause he can't keep up with the hell we raise Oh Bring it back, go Woo, okay (yeah, yeah, yeah) You dancin' yet? (Woo-hoo) If you ain't, you ain't got a heartbeat (ooh, ooh) So I want you to really feel it (yeah, yeah, yeah) Dance like the devil (woo-hoo) Bring the bass, bring the treble (ooh) Oh, yeah, woo (ooh) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na (woo-hoo) Oh, no, you can't keep up with the hell we raise (ooh, ooh)
Writer(s): Nathan Paul Chapman, Heather Morgan, Brett Ryan Eldredge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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