Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
HARDY
HARDY
Vocals
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Acoustic Guitar
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Keyboards
Wes Hightower
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Greylan James
Greylan James
Songwriter
Jordan Schmidt
Jordan Schmidt
Songwriter
Carson Wallace
Carson Wallace
Songwriter
Michael Hardy
Michael Hardy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Producer
Ryan Yount
Ryan Yount
Editing Engineer
Scott Cooke
Scott Cooke
Editing Engineer
Matt McCartney
Matt McCartney
Editing Engineer
Eivind Nordland
Eivind Nordland
Editing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Michael Hardy
Michael Hardy
Vocal Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hey baby, I'm glad you called me
Me and the whole crew are goin' out
Yeah, there's gonna be girls at the party
But you ain't got a damn thing to worry 'bout
I know your worst fear is hearing that
Some chick had her lips all over me
Swear to God, that's a line I would never pass
Not to mention I never wanna be
[Chorus]
Standing on the front porch at midnight
Staring down the barrel of a .45
Saying, hold on baby, think about it first
Before you go and put me six in the dirt
There's been guys that ran around and found out
That ain't nothing but a headstone now
Yeah, I couldn't 'cause I love you
And I wouldn't 'cause I ain't that dumb
To cheat on a girl with a gun
[Verse 2]
Ooh, a girl with a gun
That I gotcha, that ya keep by your bedside
The one to keep away all the bad guys
You really think I'd teach you to shoot it
If I was gonna be the reason you'd use it
[Chorus]
Standing on the front porch at midnight
Staring down the barrel of a .45
Saying, hold on baby, think about it first
Before you go and put me six in the dirt
There's been guys that ran around and found out
That ain't nothing but a headstone now
Yeah, I couldn't 'cause I love you
And I wouldn't 'cause I ain't that dumb
To cheat on a girl with a gun
[Bridge]
I've done a lotta stupid shit in my life
But if I didn't go home alone tonight
I don't know what would kill me first
The bullet or the tear in your eye
[Chorus]
Standing on the front porch at midnight
Staring down the barrel of a .45
Saying, hold on baby, think about it first
Do you really want me six in the dirt?
There's been guys that ran around and found out
That ain't nothing but a headstone now
Yeah, I couldn't 'cause I love you
And I wouldn't 'cause I ain't that dumb
To cheat on a girl with a gun
Written by: Carson Wallace, Greylan James, Jordan Schmidt, Michael Hardy
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