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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Acoustic Guitar
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass Guitar
Tom Bukovac
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Programming
Charlie Judge
Charlie Judge
Keyboards
Wes Hightower
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
Adam Shoenfeld
Adam Shoenfeld
Electric Guitar
Danny Rader
Danny Rader
Acoustic Guitar
Russ Pahl
Russ Pahl
Pedal Steel Guitar
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Sarah Buxton
Sarah Buxton
Background Vocals
Chris Tompkins
Chris Tompkins
Programming
Brian Kelley
Brian Kelley
Vocals
Tyler Hubbard
Tyler Hubbard
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Josh Kear
Josh Kear
Songwriter
Chris Tompkins
Chris Tompkins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Producer
Eivind Nordland
Eivind Nordland
Assistant Engineer
Hank Hiriam Williams
Hank Hiriam Williams
Mastering Engineer
Scott Johnson
Scott Johnson
Editing Engineer

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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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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