Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Austin Moody
Austin Moody
Performer
Jeff King
Jeff King
Electric Guitar
Justin Weaver
Justin Weaver
Electric Guitar
Rhees Williams
Rhees Williams
Bass Guitar
Cactus Moser
Cactus Moser
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay Weaver
Jay Weaver
Songwriter
Andrew Hendersen
Andrew Hendersen
Songwriter
Alan Miller
Alan Miller
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mac McAnally
Mac McAnally
Producer
Keith Stegall
Keith Stegall
Producer

Texty

Summer in Austin
Greasy tacos on the table
Stale smell of yesterday’s beer
Straight crown, drink it down
Get me out of this town
Ice cold truth I don’t wanna be here
Feels like Summer in Austin
Heat waves comin off of the ground
Like a junk yard dog
Don’t show you no mercy
The Texas sun keeps beatin you down
Have you ever seen hindsight Shining like a spot light
Twenty twenty sneakin up on you
Must’ve been a damn fool
Should’ve never left you
Just to green to see that would turn me blue
Ever play a long shot
Thinkin that you’d get hot
Just to find snake eyes lookin back at you
Is it time to double down or is it time to fold now
Maybe lady luck has turned her back on you
Feels like Summer in Austin
Heat waves over the ground
Like a junk yard dog
Don’t show you no mercy
The Texas sun keeps beatin you down
Feels like Summer in Austin
Heat waves cut you clear to the bone
Feels like Summer in Austin
Long time, on my way home
Jay Weaver, Andrew Hendersen, Andrew Miller
Written by: Alan Miller, Andrew Hendersen, Jay Weaver
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