Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Cole Swindell
Cole Swindell
Voix principales
Billy Panda
Billy Panda
Guitare acoustique
Russell Terrell
Russell Terrell
Chœurs
Mike Wolofsky
Mike Wolofsky
Guitare basse
Greg Morrow
Greg Morrow
Batterie
James Mitchell
James Mitchell
Guitare électrique
Pat Buchanan
Pat Buchanan
Guitare électrique
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Claviers
Michael Carter
Michael Carter
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Cole Swindell
Cole Swindell
Paroles/Composition
Jon Nite
Jon Nite
Paroles/Composition
Ross Copperman
Ross Copperman
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Kam Luchterhand
Kam Luchterhand
Assistance d’ingénierie
Mike Stankiewicz
Mike Stankiewicz
Assistance d’ingénierie
Zack Pancoast
Zack Pancoast
Assistance d’ingénierie
John Palmieri
John Palmieri
Ingénierie de montage
Mills Logan
Mills Logan
Ingénierie de prise de son
Michael Carter
Michael Carter
Production
Adam Ayan
Adam Ayan
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Patrick Thrasher
Patrick Thrasher
Ingénierie de mixage
Scott Johnson
Scott Johnson
Production

Paroles

[Verse 1]
Twenty in a Chevy on a twolane
[Verse 2]
Yeah, world keeps turnin'
I keep burnin' through the night like cigarettes
Country station, blacktop ocean
I ain't shook that summer yet
I'm doin' fine like I don't care
Then that song comes on out of nowhere
And I go right back there
Yeah, you're always gonna be
[Verse 3]
Twenty in a Chevy on a two lane
Hand out the window singin' Night Train
July still tastes like your name
Rollin' off my lips then
Switch flips, time slips
It's my hands on your hips
It's your lips on my lips
I wonder if you ever miss
Twenty in a Chevy on a two lane
[Verse 4]
Old school feelin', hay field dreamin'
Yeah, we had it all planned out
Hands in your hair, middle of nowhere
Midnight moon beatin' down, on the hood of my truck
Where you used to be
Nothin' fallin' but your hair, the stars, and me
Now we're just small town history
Girl, I swear, all I see is
[Verse 5]
Twenty in a Chevy on a two lane
Hand out the window singin' Night Train
July still tastes like your name
Rollin' off my lips then
Switch flips, time slips
It's my hands on your hips
It's your lips on my lips
I wonder if you ever miss
Twenty in a Chevy on a two lane, woah
[Verse 6]
Yeah, we were twenty in a Chevy on a two lane
Windows fogged up in the hard rain
How the hell did we have such a good thing
And let it slip away?
We let it slip away like
[Verse 7]
Twenty in a Chevy on a two lane
Hand out the window singin' Night Train
July still tastes like your name
Rollin' off my lips, yeah, then
Switch flips, time slips
It's my hands on your hips
It's your lips on my lips
I wonder if you ever miss
Twenty in a Chevy on a two lane
Twenty in a Chevy on a two lane
Girl, we were twenty in a Chevy
On a two lane
Written by: Cole Swindell, Jon Nite, Ross Copperman
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