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Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nathan Chapman
Electric Guitar
Michael Rhodes
Bass
Dave Haywood
Acoustic Guitar
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar
Shannon Forrest
Drums
Michael Rojas
Hammond Organ
Charles Kelley
Lead Vocals
Hillary Scott
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dave Haywood
Songwriter
Charles Kelley
Songwriter
Hillary Scott
Songwriter
Shane McAnally
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lady A
Producer
Nathan Chapman
Producer
Chuck Ainlay
Engineer
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Keith Armstrong
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nik Karpen
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Wilkinson
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Letras
Aw
We gon' do this thing?
Well, c'mon on then, uh
River road Chevy van
Cherry classic Coke can rolling on the floorboard
Fleetwood, Macklemore, coming out the speakers
Spilling on the t-shirts
Getting loud like I'm standing in the bleachers
Creek bank, tire swing, peeling off her blue jeans
Skinny deep, sugar, fish a couple of new things
Hey, there ain't nothing wrong
Just making it up as we go along
Find a little rock 'n' roll, Hallelujah
Throw your hands up high
Let the spirit lose your pain
Singing, "Hey, hey, hey"
We can do it old school, A-B-C style
Maybe we can go a little wild and freestyle, uh
Summer jam mixtape, Vodka and a lemonade
Alright, alright, like McConaughey
White vinyl, Gypsy revival
Traveling through the middle of the Belt of the Bible
Hula girl, grass skirt, shaking on the dashboard
Where we're going we don't need no passport
Hey, there ain't nothing wrong
Just making it up as we go along
Find a little rock 'n' roll, Hallelujah
Throw your hands up high
Let the spirit lose your pain
Singing "Hey, hey, hey"
We can do it old school, A-B-C style
Maybe we can go a little wild and freestyle
Oh, some of us like to watch and some like to dance
But we all wake up with the same stamp on our hands
Countin' stars and countin' cars
And just countin' miles
Doin' it freestyle
You style, me style
Ain't got nowhere to be, child
Hey, there ain't nothing wrong
Just making it up as we go along
Find a little rock 'n' roll, Hallelujah
Throw your hands up high
Let the spirit lose your pain
Singing, "Hey, hey, hey", yeah
We can do it old school, A-B-C style
Maybe we can go a little wild and freestyle
Oh, you can count it all, baby 1, 2, 3, child
Maybe we can go a little wild and freestyle
Writer(s): Shane L Mcanally, Charles Kelley, Dave Haywood, Hillary Scott
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