Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Carrie Underwood
Carrie Underwood
Lead Vocals
Lonnie Wilson
Lonnie Wilson
Drums
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Acoustic Guitar
Neil Thrasher
Neil Thrasher
Background Vocals
Tom Bukovac
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
J.T. Corenflos
J.T. Corenflos
Electric Guitar
Steve Nathan
Steve Nathan
Keyboards
Jonathan Yudkin
Jonathan Yudkin
Fiddle
Eric Darken
Eric Darken
Percussion
Wes Hightower
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
Mike Johnson
Mike Johnson
Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wendell Mobley
Wendell Mobley
Songwriter
Neil Thrasher
Neil Thrasher
Songwriter
Jimmy Olander
Jimmy Olander
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Bright
Mark Bright
Producer
Derek Bason
Derek Bason
Mixing Engineer
Chris Ashburn
Chris Ashburn
Assistant Engineer
Mike Boden
Mike Boden
Assistant Engineer
Nick Holman
Nick Holman
Assistant Engineer
Hank Hiriam Williams
Hank Hiriam Williams
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Sitting up on the roof Sneaking a smoke by the chimney Checking out the moon And the city lights He takes off his flannel shirt And he drapes it around her shoulders Slides up behind her and holds on tight And she says "I don't want this night to end Why does it have to end?" Tomorrow she'll be rolling down I-10 Baton Rouge, LSU 18 years in her rearview He's got a Friday paycheck lined up down the block At daddy's shop It ain't much, but it's a job They've been dreading this moment all summer long The night before life goes on Ooh A tear falls off her cheek and Right when it hits his arm, he says "Come on baby, let's get out of here" They take one last drive around town And man, it already looks different He bangs the wheel and says "life ain't fair" And this growing up stuff man, I don't know I just don't wanna let you go" Tomorrow she'll be rolling down I-10 Baton Rouge, LSU 18 years in her rearview He's got a Friday paycheck lined up down the block At daddy's shop It ain't much, but it's a job They've been dreading this moment all summer long The night before life goes on Yeah, that's what my momma told me And just like those kids I didn't wanna listen to no one Yeah, there's nothing you can do There's nothing you can say And I know how it feels when love goes away Tomorrow she'll be rolling down I-10 Baton Rouge LSU 18 years in her rearview He's got a Friday paycheck lined up down the block At daddy's shop It is not much, but it's a job They've been dreading this moment all summer long But here it is, they don't have long The night before life goes on Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Wendell Lee Mobley, Neil Thrasher, Jimmy Olander Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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