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INTERPRÉTATION
Tim McGraw
Chant
Shannon Forrest
Batterie
Erik Lutkins
Boucles
Ilya Toshinskiy
Guitare acoustique
Michael Landau
Guitare électrique
Dave Levita
Guitare électrique
Dan Dugmore
Steel guitar
Paul Bushnell
Basse
Jamie Muhoberac
Claviers
Mike Rojas
Claviers
Greg Barnhill
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jennifer Schott
Paroles/Composition
Nathan Spicer
Paroles/Composition
Matt MacGinn
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Tim McGraw
Production
Byron Gallimore
Production
Shannon Forrest
Ingénierie de prise de son
Erik Lutkins
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Adam Ayan
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Doug Rich
Personnel de studio
Paroles
Got an '06 stick shift, dark blue F-150 in good condition
Got a 119,000 miles, only 5 on the new transmission
It's got leather seats, a sun roof, it's sittin' on
33's, it runs smooth, it'll get ya from
A to B, but not for me
'Cause every time I turn that key I see her
Shotgun ridin' down a two-lane road
Just drivin' around with no place to go
Us singin' along to where the green grass grows
Hands out the window floatin' on the breeze
She's fixin' her lips in the drop down mirror
That pretty little thing made it hard to steer
I'm never gonna get her out of there
There's too many memories
Now there's a for sale sign in the window
Yeah, 'cause if I'm gonna let her go, I gotta let it go
Yeah, it's gotta go, so it's $7,500 OBO
Back bumper's got a dent
From her backin' in to a mailbox first time she drove it
Couldn't even be mad with her lookin' like that
Told her, 'hell you can hardly even notice
It's got nights with her I can't forget
Kissin' on the tailgate of the truck bed
I wish I didn't have to get rid of it
But every time I turn that key I see her
Shotgun ridin' down a two-lane road
Just drivin' around with no place to go
Us singin' along to where the green grass grows
Hands out the window floatin' on the breeze
She's fixin' her lips in the drop down mirror
That pretty little thing made it hard to steer
I'm never gonna get her out of there
There's too many memories
Now there's a for sale sign in the window
Yeah, 'cause if I'm gonna let her go, I gotta let it go
Yeah, it's gotta go, so it's $7,500 OBO
It's got leather seats, a sun roof, it's sittin' on
33's, it runs smooth, it'll get ya from
A to B, but not for me
'Cause every time I turn that key I see her
Shotgun ridin' down a two-lane road
Just drivin' around with no place to go
Us singin' along to where the green grass grows
Hands out the window floatin' on the breeze
She's fixin' her lips in the drop down mirror
That pretty little thing made it hard to steer
I'm never gonna get her out of there
There's too many memories
Now there's a for sale sign in the window
Yeah, 'cause if I'm gonna let her go, I gotta let it go
Yeah, it's gotta go, so it's $7,500 OBO
It's $7,500 OBO
It's $7,500 OBO
Writer(s): Matthew Mcginn, Jennifer Schott, Nathan Spicer
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