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The Dead South - Saturday Night (Official Audio)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Dead South
The Dead South
Performer
Nathaniel Hilts
Nathaniel Hilts
Vocals
Scott Pringle
Scott Pringle
Mandolin
Colton Crawford
Colton Crawford
Banjo
Danny Kenyon
Danny Kenyon
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
The Misfits
The Misfits
Composer
Michael Emanuel
Michael Emanuel
Songwriter
David Calabrese
David Calabrese
Songwriter
Jerry Caiafa
Jerry Caiafa
Songwriter
Paul Caiafa
Paul Caiafa
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Dead South
The Dead South
Producer
Jimmy Nutt
Jimmy Nutt
Mixing Engineer
Adam Wittke
Adam Wittke
Recording Engineer
Nik Kozub
Nik Kozub
Mastering Engineer

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Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Whoa, oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh, whoa, oh-oh-oh There's 52 ways to murder anyone One and two are the same and they both work as well I'm coming clean for Amy Julie doesn't scream as well and the cops won't listen all night And so maybe, maybe I'll be over Just as soon as I fill 'em all in And I can remember when I saw her last We were running all around and having a blast But the back seat of the drive-in is so lonely without you Knowin' you're home I was thinking about you There was something I forgot to say I was crying on Saturday night I was cruising without you They were playing our song I was crying on a Saturday night I can remember when I saw her last We were running all around and havin' a blast But the back seat of the drive-in is so lonely without you Knowin' you're home I was thinking about you There was something I forgot to say I was crying on a Saturday night I was cruising without you They were playing our song I was crying on a Saturday night As the moon becomes the nighttime You go viciously, quietly, away I'm sitting in the bedroom Where we used to sit and smoke cigarettes Now I'm watching, watching you die, oh And I can remember when I saw her last (Whoa) We were running all around and havin' a blast (Whoa) But the back seat of the drive-in is so lonely without you I know when you're home I was thinking about you There was somethin' I forgot to say I was crying on a Saturday night I was cruising without you They were playing our song I was crying on a Saturday night I was crying on a Saturday night I was crying on a Saturday night I was crying, oh, I was crying on a Saturday night Ohh
Writer(s): Michael C. Emanuel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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