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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kolby Cooper
Vocals
Philip Mosley
Background Vocals
Greg Morrow
Drums
Jacob Lowery
Bass
Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar
Spence Peppard
Electric Guitar
Tim Galloway
Acoustic Guitar
Justin Schipper
Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brett Tyler
Songwriter
Ross Cooperman
Songwriter
Michael Hardy
Songwriter
Kolby Cooper
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Philip Mosley
Producer
Joel McKenney
Engineer
Joey Stanca
Engineer
Jim Cooley
Engineer
Frank Gagliardi
Engineer
Drew Bollman
Engineer
Songtexte
The door slammin' like the sound of thunder
Tear drops fallin' like rain
This galvanized roof that we're under
Feels more like a Texas plain
We could run for cover, just say we hate each other
But that's just gonna keep us in the radar red
If I know one thing about, the system in the south
It's bound to blow through, so, baby, instead, let's
Board up the door to the bedroom
Raise some hell, put a wreckin' ball dent in my pride
Throw a wine bottle, let me send it full throttle
Likе it's caught in a cyclone
Baby, let's ride this out, gеt it all out
Makin' words that hurt, shake the whole damn house
It's darkest 'fore the light, girl, ain't you tired of runnin'?
Hold on tight 'cause a storm's comin'
Yeah, baby, what we got is the real deal
We both know we're somethin' worth fightin' for
Girl, our love's like an Amaretto wheat field
Time for an overdue downpour, so, let's
Board up the door to the bedroom
Raise some hell, put a wreckin' ball dent in my pride
Throw a wine bottle, let me send it full throttle
Likе it's caught in a cyclone
Baby, let's ride this out, gеt it all out
Makin' words that hurt, shake the whole damn house
It's darkest 'fore the light, girl, ain't you tired of runnin'?
Hold on tight 'cause a storm's comin', yeah
Countin' seconds 'tween the lightin' and the thunder
It's probably gonna be one we'll never forget
But we'll wake up in the mornin' to a blue sky
With your skin on my skin, so tonight, let's
Board up the door to the bedroom
Raise some hell, put a wreckin' ball dent in my pride
Throw a wine bottle, let me send it full throttle
Like it's caught in a cyclone
Baby, let's ride this out, get it all out
Makin' words that hurt, shake the whole damn house
It's darkest 'fore the light, girl, ain't you tired of runnin'?
Hold on tight 'cause a storm's comin'
Baby, hold on tight 'cause a storm's comin'
Writer(s): Michael Hardy, Ross Copperman, Kolby Cooper, Brett Tyler
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