Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Luke Bryan
Canto
Jody Stevens
Programación
Adam Shoenfeld
Guitarra eléctrica
Charlie Judge
Teclados
Evan Hutchings
Batería
Ilya Toshinskiy
Guitarra acústica
Perry Coleman
Voces de fondo
Rob McNelley
Guitarra eléctrica
Mark Hill
Bajo
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Michael Carter
Autoría
Josh Thompson
Autoría
Matt Dragstrem
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Jeff Stevens
Producción
Jody Stevens
Producción
Derek Bason
Ingeniería de mezcla
Chris Small
Ingeniería de edición
Adam Ayan
Masterización
Letra
[Verse 1]
Everybody here ain't from here
But we're here doin' our thing
Lettin' go a little, little by little
Sippin' on a frozen drink
[PreChorus]
Tiki bars tik'n, pourin' all weekend
Clouds ain't leakin' no rain
Two pieces shakin', white caps a-breakin'
We ain't feelin' no pain, it goes like
[Chorus]
One margarita, two margarita, three margarita, shot
Don't worry 'bout tomorrow
Leave all your sorrow out here on the floatin' dock
When that sun lays down, we'll be on our way
One more barefoot round, one more last chance to say
"Hey Señorita, don't you think we need
A salt and a Buffett song?"
One margarita, two margarita, three margarita
We'll be gone
[Verse 2]
Ice blue skies, shades on the eyes
To tuck the bloodshot away
Hair of the dog, shouldn't take long
But who cares, we got all day
Palm trees a-leanin', sunburn screamin'
But we'll all be alright, after
[Chorus]
One margarita, two margarita, three margarita, shot
Don't worry 'bout tomorrow
Leave all your sorrow out here on the floatin' dock
When that sun lays down, we'll be on our way
One more barefoot round, one more last chance to say
"Hey Señorita, don't you think we need
A salt and a Marley song?"
One margarita, two margarita, three margarita
We'll be gone
We'll be gone
[PreChorus]
Tiki bars tik'n, pourin' all weekend
Clouds ain't leakin' no rain
Two pieces shakin', white caps a-breakin'
We ain't feelin' no pain, feelin' no pain
It goes like
[Chorus]
One margarita, two margarita, three margarita, shot
Don't worry 'bout tomorrow
Leave all your sorrow out here on the floatin' dock
When that sun lays down, we'll be on our way
One more barefoot round, one more last chance to say
"Hey Señorita, don't you think we need
A salt and a Chesney song?"
One margarita, two margarita, three margarita
We'll be gone
We'll be gone
We'll be gone
Written by: Josh Thompson, Matt Dragstrem, Michael Carter