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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Reba McEntire
Chant
Kenny Chesney
Chant
Ilya Toshinskiy
Guitare acoustique
Tom Bukovac
Guitare électrique
Paul Franklin
Steel guitar
Greg Morrow
Batterie
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Basse
Steve Nathan
Orgue Hammond
Aubrey Haynie
Violon folklorique
The Nashville String Machine
Cordes
Jimmy Nichols
Piano
Bergen White
Direction des cordes
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Connie Harrington
Paroles/Composition
Skip Ewing
Paroles/Composition
Bergen White
Arrangement des instruments à cordes
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Reba McEntire
Production
Tony Brown
Production
Adam Ayan
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Derek Bason
Ingénierie de mixage
Todd Tidwell
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Chris Ashburn
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Kyle Lehning
Ingénierie de prise de son
Casey Wood
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Brian David Willis
Ingénierie de montage
Richard Davis
Ingénierie de montage
Tony Castle
Ingénierie de montage
Paroles
Every other Friday
It's toys, and clothes, and backpacks
Is everybody in? Okay, let's go see Dad
Same time in the same spot
Corner of the same old parking lot
Half the hugs and kisses, they are always sad
We trade a couple words
And looks and kids again
Every other weekend
Every other weekend, very few exceptions
I pick up the love we made in both my arms
It's movies on the sofa
Grilled cheese and cut the crust off
But that's not the way Mom makes it
Daddy breaks my heart
I miss everything
I used to have with her again
Every other weekend
I can't tell her I love her
(I can't tell him I love him)
'Cause there's too many questions
And ears in the car
So I don't tell him I miss him
(I don't tell her I need her)
She's over me, that's where we are
So we're as close as we might ever be again
Every other weekend
Every other Saturday, first thing in the morning
I turn the TV on to make the quiet go away
I know why, but I don't know
Whatever let this happen
Fallin' for forever was a big mistake
There's so much not to do
And all day not to do with him
Every other weekend
Every other Sunday, I empty out my back-seat
While my children hug their mother in the parking lot
We don't touch, we don't talk much
Maybe goodbye to each other
As she drives away with every piece of heart I got
I recognize myself, I did the right thing
Every other weekend
I can't tell her I love her
(I can't tell him I love him)
'Cause there's too many questions
And ears in the car
So I don't tell him I miss him
(I don't tell her I need her)
She's over me, that's where we are
We're as close as we might ever be again
Every other weekend
Yeah, for 15 minutes
We're family again
God, I wish that he was still with me again
Every other weekend
Writer(s): Larry Eugene Boone, William Soule Robinson
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