Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Dasha
Dasha
Canto
Adam Wendler
Adam Wendler
Guitarra acústica
Johnny Vergara
Johnny Vergara
Guitarra eléctrica
Travis Heidelman
Travis Heidelman
Guitarra acústica
Distant Matter
Distant Matter
Remixer
Melissa Folzenlogen
Melissa Folzenlogen
Violín
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Adam Wendler
Adam Wendler
Autoría
Anna Dasha Novotny
Anna Dasha Novotny
Autoría
Cheyenne Rose Arnspiger
Cheyenne Rose Arnspiger
Autoría
Kenneth Travis Heidelman
Kenneth Travis Heidelman
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Travis Heidelman
Travis Heidelman
Producción
Nico Fabito
Nico Fabito
Asistente de ingeniería de grabación
Bram Fidder
Bram Fidder
Masterización
Distant Matter
Distant Matter
Ingeniería de mezcla

Letra

[Verse 1]
We had a plan, move out of this town, baby
West to the sand, it's all we talked about lately
I'd pack the car, bring your guitar and Jane for smokin'
First thing at dawn, you'd queue the songs and we'd get goin'
But you weren't home, waited on the porch for ya
Sat there alone, all throughout the morn' till I
Got a hunch down in my gut and snuck around the back
Empty cans and I'll be damned, your shit was never packed
[Chorus]
Did your boots stop workin'? Did your truck break down?
Did you burn through money? Did your ex find out?
Where there's a will, then there's a way, and I'm damn sure you lost it
Didn't even say goodbye, just wish I knew what caused it
Was the whiskey flowin'? Were you in a fight?
Did the nerves come get you? What's your alibi?
I made my way back to L.A., and that's where you'll be forgotten
In forty years, you'll still be here, drunk washed up in Austin
[Verse 2]
Hell of a bluff, you had me believin'
How many months did you plan on leavin'?
What happened? Bad habits?
Did you go back? Go batshit?
I loved you, how tragic, oh-oh
[Chorus]
Did your boots stop workin'? Did your truck break down?
Did you burn through money? Did your ex find out?
Where there's a will, then there's a way, and I'm damn sure you lost it
Didn't even say goodbye, just wish I knew what caused it
Was the whiskey flowin'? Were you in a fight?
Did the nerves come get you? What's your alibi?
I made my way back to L.A., and that's where you'll be forgotten
In forty years, you'll still be here, drunk washed up in Austin
Written by: Adam Wendler, Anna Dasha Novotny, Cheyenne Rose Arnspiger, Kenneth Travis Heidelman
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