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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Guitare acoustique
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Basse
Tom Bukovac
Tom Bukovac
Guitare électrique
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Programmation
Charlie Judge
Charlie Judge
Claviers
Wes Hightower
Wes Hightower
Chœurs
Adam Shoenfeld
Adam Shoenfeld
Guitare électrique
Danny Rader
Danny Rader
Bouzouki
Russ Pahl
Russ Pahl
Pedal steel guitar
Brian Kelley
Brian Kelley
Chant
Tyler Hubbard
Tyler Hubbard
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Rodney Clawson
Rodney Clawson
Paroles/Composition
Matt Dragstrem
Matt Dragstrem
Paroles/Composition
Cole Taylor
Cole Taylor
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Production
Eivind Nordland
Eivind Nordland
Assistance d’ingénierie
Hank Hiriam Williams
Hank Hiriam Williams
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Scott Johnson
Scott Johnson
Ingénierie de montage

Paroles

Girl, you melt me like ice in whiskey With those blue flame looks that you give me You can't hide what's inside And it's killing me right now to see you wanna slip off with me again Why should we go round and round the truth, like we've been doin' Every time we lie girl we're losin' So why should we spend Saturday night alone When I can call you on the phone, pick you up Make it up as we go along Pull an all nighter chasing that desire Sparks flying in her eyes like lighters (like lighters) Get a little higher (get a little higher) Sippin' on fire (sippin' on fire) Yeah, you act like you don't know what you're missing Every time you end up back with him Cause it's safe, and you're scared Of everything you're feelin' when we're burning the midnight down again Why should we go round and round the truth, like we've been doin' Every time we lie girl we're losin' So why should we spend Saturday night alone When I can call you on the phone, pick you up Make it up as we go along Pull an all nighter chasing that desire Sparks flying in her eyes like lighters (like lighters) Get a little higher (get a little higher) Sippin' on fire (sippin' on fire) Every goodbye is bittersweet So why should we fight what we both need? Why should we go round and round the truth, like we've been doin' Every time we lie girl we're losin' So why should we spend Saturday night alone When I can call you on the phone, pick you up Make it up as we go along Pull an all nighter chasing that desire Sparks flying in her eyes like lighters (like lighters) Get a little higher (get a little higher) Sippin' on fire (sippin' on fire) Girl, you melt me like ice in whiskey With those blue flame looks that you give me You can't hide what's inside And it's killing me right now to see you wanna slip off with me Sippin' on fire
Writer(s): Rodney Dale Clawson, Matt Dragstrem, John Cole Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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