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Nejlepší skladby od interpreta Florida Georgia Line
Podobné skladby
Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bryan Sutton
Acoustic Guitar
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass Guitar
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
Joey Moi
Programming
Charlie Judge
Keyboards
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
Adam Shoenfeld
Electric Guitar
Danny Rader
Acoustic Guitar
Russ Pahl
Pedal Steel Guitar
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Sarah Buxton
Background Vocals
Chris Tompkins
Programming
Brian Kelley
Vocals
Tyler Hubbard
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Josh Kear
Songwriter
Chris Tompkins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joey Moi
Producer
Eivind Nordland
Assistant Engineer
Hank Hiriam Williams
Mastering Engineer
Scott Johnson
Editing Engineer
Texty
Laying back against this windshield
Parked out in this Georgia red field
This is where we burn our summer nights
Moonlit lipstick kisses on the hood of our Tacoma
We were 17, going on free and wild
She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot of cherry coke
Sparks were flying every time I smelled smoke
I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying
Me and my buddies and the guitar playing
Sipping on forties on a Saturday night
Buzzing through a chorus of Dixieland Delight
High as the stars in the Milky Way
Those summer days drifting away, but she'll always float
Back through my mind like smoke
July flames, October ashes
Southern skin and blue jean flashes
Strike a match and light a memory
We never said goodbye, we let it fly into thin air
Tonight I'm stoned on long-gone love so strong I swear
I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying
Me and my buddies and the guitar playing
Sipping on forties on a Saturday night
Buzzing through a chorus of Dixieland Delight
High as the stars in the Milky Way
Those summer days drifting away, but she'll always float
Back through my mind like smoke
She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot of cherry coke
Sparks were flying every time I smelled smoke
I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying
Me and my buddies and the guitar playing
Sipping on forties on a Saturday night
Buzzing through a chorus of Dixieland Delight
High as the stars in the Milky Way
Those summer days drifting away, but she'll always float
Back through my mind like smoke
(Moonlit lipstick kisses on the hood of our Tacoma)
Back through my mind (We were seventeen, going on free and wild)
Writer(s): Chris Tompkins, Joshua Kear
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