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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scotty McCreery
Lead Vocals
Frank Rogers
Programming
Justin Niebank
Programming
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Gordon Mote
Piano
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
J.T. Corenflos
Electric Guitar
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass Guitar
Shannon Forrest
Drums
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
Mike Johnson
Pedal Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scotty McCreery
Songwriter
Frank Rogers
Songwriter
Matthew West
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Rogers
Producer
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
Richard Barrow
Recording Engineer
Beau Maxwell
Assistant Recording Engineer
Drew Bollman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Brian David Willis
Editing Engineer
Letra
I set that table up for two
In the same old corner booth
I could set my watch down to the second
He walks through the door
It's that same bottle of red
That same old "How ya been?"
I fill two glasses up just like I've done
A thousand times before
Then I let him be
Everybody says he's crazy
That old man done lost his mind
But he ain't missed a date with her since 1959
Sometimes he laughs, sometimes he cries
He'll sit there every Friday night just reminiscin'
But he ain't talkin' to himself
He's talkin' to Heaven
To heaven
Well, he orders for them both
Then he reaches in his coat
He pulls out a faded polaroid
Same table, their first date
Yeah, he always shows it to me
And says, "Ain't she a beauty?"
I smile and nod my head
Then I turn and walk away
And just let him be
Everybody says he's crazy
That old man done lost his mind
But he ain't missed a date with her since 1959
Sometimes he laughs, sometimes he cries
He'll sit there every Friday night just reminiscin'
But he ain't talkin' to himself
He's talkin' to Heaven
To Heaven
Oh, he reaches for his wallet
As I clear off the coffee
He looks across the table with a tear and a smile
He says, "Babe, I'll see you later"
And yes, I tipped the waiter"
Starrin' at an empty booth
He says, "I love you, too"
Everybody says he's crazy
That old man done lost his mind
But he ain't missed a date with her since 1959
Sometimes he laughs, sometimes he cries
He'll sit there every Friday night just reminiscin', ooh yeah
He ain't talkin' to himself
But he's talkin' to Heaven
To Heaven
He ain't talkin' to himself
Writer(s): Frank Mandeville V. Rogers, Matthew Joseph West, Scotty Mccreery
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