Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Nathan Chapman
Guitare électrique
Michael Rhodes
Basse
Dave Haywood
Guitare acoustique
Tom Bukovac
Guitare électrique
Rob McNelley
Guitare électrique
Shannon Forrest
Batterie
Michael Rojas
Orgue Hammond
Charles Kelley
Voix principales
Hillary Scott
Voix principales
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Dave Haywood
Paroles/Composition
Charles Kelley
Paroles/Composition
Hillary Scott
Paroles/Composition
Shane McAnally
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Lady A
Production
Nathan Chapman
Production
Chuck Ainlay
Ingénierie
Chris Lord-Alge
Ingénierie de mixage
Keith Armstrong
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Nik Karpen
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Chris Wilkinson
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
Aw
We gon' do this thing?
Well, c'mon on then, uh
River road Chevy van
Cherry classic Coke can rolling on the floorboard
Fleetwood, Macklemore, coming out the speakers
Spilling on the t-shirts
Getting loud like I'm standing in the bleachers
Creek bank, tire swing, peeling off her blue jeans
Skinny deep, sugar, fish a couple of new things
Hey, there ain't nothing wrong
Just making it up as we go along
Find a little rock 'n' roll, Hallelujah
Throw your hands up high
Let the spirit lose your pain
Singing, "Hey, hey, hey"
We can do it old school, A-B-C style
Maybe we can go a little wild and freestyle, uh
Summer jam mixtape, Vodka and a lemonade
Alright, alright, like McConaughey
White vinyl, Gypsy revival
Traveling through the middle of the Belt of the Bible
Hula girl, grass skirt, shaking on the dashboard
Where we're going we don't need no passport
Hey, there ain't nothing wrong
Just making it up as we go along
Find a little rock 'n' roll, Hallelujah
Throw your hands up high
Let the spirit lose your pain
Singing "Hey, hey, hey"
We can do it old school, A-B-C style
Maybe we can go a little wild and freestyle
Oh, some of us like to watch and some like to dance
But we all wake up with the same stamp on our hands
Countin' stars and countin' cars
And just countin' miles
Doin' it freestyle
You style, me style
Ain't got nowhere to be, child
Hey, there ain't nothing wrong
Just making it up as we go along
Find a little rock 'n' roll, Hallelujah
Throw your hands up high
Let the spirit lose your pain
Singing, "Hey, hey, hey", yeah
We can do it old school, A-B-C style
Maybe we can go a little wild and freestyle
Oh, you can count it all, baby 1, 2, 3, child
Maybe we can go a little wild and freestyle
Writer(s): Charles Kelley, Hillary Scott, Shane Mcanally, David Wesley Haywood
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