Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Franklin Wall
Franklin Wall
Performer
Dan Franklin
Dan Franklin
Lead Vocals
Stephanie Wall
Stephanie Wall
Lead Vocals
Patrick Copeland
Patrick Copeland
Hammond Organ
Pat Leon
Pat Leon
Drums
Suemy Gonzales
Suemy Gonzales
Fiddle
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dan Franklin
Dan Franklin
Songwriter
Stephanie Wall
Stephanie Wall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dan Franklin
Dan Franklin
Mixing Engineer
Dan Blessinger
Dan Blessinger
Recording Engineer

Texty

Well, I'm a rule breaker, troublemaker
Bad decision instigator
Do what I wanna do and
Maybe ask forgiveness later
Servin' up the heartache
With a whiskey chaser
People lookin' at me saying
"Damn, I bet her kidneys hate her"
Chew the boys up, spit 'em out
When they lose their flavor
Leave your girlfriends home tonight
You're lookin at the game changer
Textin' all my besties
Real smooth operators
Ride or dyin' high flyin'
Honky-tonk aviators
95 Miles an hour
Turn up that volume fader
So sorry officer!
But you could say the Maker's made her
Wink, smile, sign the paper
Hit that accelerator
Bust in to the bar like
Rhinestone gladiators
Let's do this thing, girls
I'm comin' in hot
Flick the angel off of my shoulder
Take the devil for a spin
From the pre-game to the after-party
Rackin' up a list of sins
Yeah, lock your locks
And call the cops
We're settin' the town on fire
Tell the boys I'm comin' out tonight
And hell's comin' with me
We did a handle of Daniel's
To get a little loose before we
Rock into the bar and start linin' up the brews
Well I spy with my eye
Something tattooed
A little dutch courage and I'm
Gettin up to shmooze with this
Squadron of Top Guns in
Short skirts and boots
Naw, I don't need no wingman
Talk to me booze
Say a prayer for me boys
Yeah, I'm comin' in hot tonight
Flick the angel off of my shoulder
Take the devil for a spin
From the pre-game to the after-party
Rackin' up a list of sins
Yeah, lock your locks and
Call the cops
We're settin' the town on fire
Tell the girls I'm comin' out tonight
And hell's comin' with me
Look girls, we got our first contender
The reigning heavyweight defender
I betcha can't handle your liqour
My pickled liver begs to differ
You're pretty quick
You got some tricks
Oh don't you doubt
You knock me out
You're kinda hot
Ready or not
Meet you in the parking lot!!!
Yeah yeah!
Flick the angel off of my shoulder
Take the devil for a spin
From the pre-game to the after-party
Rackin' up a list of sins
Yeah, lock your locks and
Call the cops
We're settin' the town on fire
Tell the boys I'm comin' out tonight
Tell the girls I'm coming out tonight
And hell's comin' with me!
Yeah with me
Written by: Dan Franklin, Stephanie Wall
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