Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sacha
Vocals
Jerry Roe
Drums
Tony Lucido
Bass Guitar
Charlie Worsham
Acoustic Guitar
Kris Donegan
Electric Guitar
Dave Cohen
Keyboards
Justin Schipper
Steel Guitar
Sara Haze
Background Vocals
Ben Caver
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bobby Hamrick
Songwriter
Emily Reid
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gavin Slate
Producer
Todd Clark
Producer
Drew Bollman
Recording Engineer
Joe Trentacosti
Assistant Engineer
Jay Dufour
Mixing Engineer
Brandon Hood
Editing Engineer
João Carvalho
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
You start your own storm
Then ask why it rains
When there's something wrong
You've got someone to blame
It's like this whole world
Is some conspiracy
You write down your complaints
And you file them with me
Down on your luck cry baby cry
I've heard enough of what's on your mind
I don't mean to interrupt
Save it for another time
I'd open up my own bottle baby
If I wanted wine
Why you surprised
That life isn't fair
Well I sympathize
But I'm a have to stop you right there cause
If you keep this up
I'll walk away
You can me find in the kitchen
Sippin some of that sweet Chardonnay
Down on your luck cry baby cry
I've heard enough of what's on your mind
I don't mean to interrupt
Save it for another time
I'd open up my own bottle baby
If I wanted wine
Head straight to the store
Grab it right off the shelf
Slide the plastic, bring it back
And drink it all by myself
I'd rather be popping the bubbly right about now
Than hearing about how you're
Down on your luck cry baby cry
I've heard enough of what's on your mind
I don't mean to interrupt (Nah)
Save it for another time
I'd open up my own bottle baby
If I wanted wine
I'd open up my own bottle baby
If I wanted wine
I'd open up my own bottle baby
If I wanted wine
Writer(s): Bobby Hamrick, Emily Reid
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