Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jon Pardi
Vocals
Dave Cohen
Keyboards
Ryan Gore
Programming
Miles McPherson
Drums
Lee Francis
Bass
Danny Rader
Acoustic Guitar
Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar
Mike Johnson
Pedal Steel Guitar
Jeneé Fleenor
Fiddle
Trey Keller
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bart Butler
Songwriter
Josh Thompson
Songwriter
Justin Ebach
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jon Pardi
Producer
Bart Butler
Producer
Ryan Gore
Mixing Engineer
Chris Small
Editing Engineer
Joel McKenney
Assistant Recording Engineer
Rick Humes
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Letras
Another Friday night, kitchen on ten
Spinning you around and you lean in
You whisper, don't stop dancin' with me
Lookin' in your eyes without missing a beat
When seven Spanish angels come to carry me home
The steel stops cryin' and the fiddle's all gone
When Texas runs outta Strait and Memphis ain't playing the blues
That's the day I stop dancin' with you
'Til the record don't turn and the two don't step
I'll be in your arms every chance I get
I'll be hanging on you like a neon moon
'Til California skies run outta blue
When seven Spanish angels come to carry me home
The steel stops cryin' and the fiddle's all gone
When Texas runs outta Strait and Memphis ain't playing the blues
That's the day I stop dancin' with you
Baby, all I wanna do
Is dance through this life with you
When seven Spanish angels come to carry me home
The steel stops cryin' and the fiddle's all gone
When Texas runs outta Strait and Memphis ain't playing the blues
That's the day I stop dancin' with you
When Heaven gets another pair of boots
That's the day I stop dancin' with you
The day I stop dancin', baby
Writer(s): Justin Allen Ebach, Bart Brandon Butler, Josh Thompson
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