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INTERPRÉTATION
Billy Currington
Billy Currington
Chant
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Guitare électrique
Jimmie Sloas
Jimmie Sloas
Basse
Chris McHugh
Chris McHugh
Batterie
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Guitare acoustique
Tom Bukovac
Tom Bukovac
Guitare électrique
Charlie Judge
Charlie Judge
Claviers
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Steel guitar
Jonathan Yudkin
Jonathan Yudkin
Violon folklorique
Russell Terrell
Russell Terrell
Chœurs
David Huff
David Huff
Guitare électrique
Jim Hoke
Jim Hoke
Saxophone ténor
John Hinchey
John Hinchey
Trombone
Steven Herrman
Steven Herrman
Trompette
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Sam Hunt
Sam Hunt
Paroles/Composition
Josh Osborne
Josh Osborne
Paroles/Composition
Marc Beeson
Marc Beeson
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Production
Steve Marcantonio
Steve Marcantonio
Ingénierie
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Ingénierie de mixage
Drew Bollman
Drew Bollman
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Sean Neff
Sean Neff
Ingénierie de montage
Adam Ayan
Adam Ayan
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Billy Currington
Billy Currington
Production déléguée
Seth Morton
Seth Morton
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

Summer comin' through a rolled down window Tearin' down an almost two-lane back road Freedom and fireflies in the air The night's still young, never gonna get old Livin' for today like there's no tomorrow Follow the grooves, the tires in the grass Stayin' on the gas like we're never comin' back It's a Friday night, it's a small town girl Everything is right and we rule the world Two twelve's in the truck back, beatin' A bunch of rock stars on a riverbank Singin', whoa, whoa, everything, (whoa, whoa) Everything we wanna be We are, we are, we are tonight Swayin' back 'n' forth, can't you feel the music? Time stands still, I don't wanna lose it Her tan, her touch, her laugh Were flyin' so high like we're never gonna crash It's a Friday night, it's a small town girl Everything is right and we rule the world Two twelve's in the truck back, beatin' A bunch of rock stars on a riverbank Singin', whoa, whoa, everything, (whoa, whoa) Everything we wanna be We are, we are, we are tonight We are tonight, we are tonight Toes in the grass with our hands up high Dream as big as the midnight sky So untamed and we're so alive tonight It's a Friday night, it's a small town girl Everything is right and we rule the world Two twelve's in the truck back, beatin' A bunch of rock stars on a riverbank Singin', whoa, whoa, everything, (whoa, whoa) Everything we wanna be We are, we are, we are tonight We are tonight Everything we wanna be, yeah We are, we are, we are tonight Yeah We are tonight Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh
Writer(s): Marc Beeson, Josh Osborne, Sam Lawry Hunt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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