Video musical

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scotty McCreery
Scotty McCreery
Lead Vocals
Frank Rogers
Frank Rogers
Programming
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Programming
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Gordon Mote
Gordon Mote
Piano
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
J.T. Corenflos
J.T. Corenflos
Electric Guitar
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass Guitar
Shannon Forrest
Shannon Forrest
Drums
Wes Hightower
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
Mike Johnson
Mike Johnson
Pedal Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scotty McCreery
Scotty McCreery
Songwriter
Frank Rogers
Frank Rogers
Songwriter
Matthew West
Matthew West
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Rogers
Frank Rogers
Producer
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
Richard Barrow
Richard Barrow
Recording Engineer
Beau Maxwell
Beau Maxwell
Assistant Recording Engineer
Drew Bollman
Drew Bollman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Brian David Willis
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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