Apparaît dans

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Morgan Wallen
Morgan Wallen
Chant
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Programmation
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Batterie
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Basse
Tom Bukovac
Tom Bukovac
Guitare électrique
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Guitare acoustique
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Claviers
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Morgan Wallen
Morgan Wallen
Paroles/Composition
Michael Hardy
Michael Hardy
Paroles/Composition
Ernest Keith Smith
Ernest Keith Smith
Paroles/Composition
Ryan Vojtesak
Ryan Vojtesak
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Production
Jeff Balding
Jeff Balding
Ingénierie de prise de son
Josh Ditty
Josh Ditty
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Ally Gecewicz
Ally Gecewicz
Ingénierie de montage
Eivind Nordland
Eivind Nordland
Ingénierie de montage
Scott Cooke
Scott Cooke
Ingénierie de montage

Paroles

Girl, our mamas are best friends and so are we The whole town's rooting for us like the home team Most likely to settle down Plant a few roots real deep and let 'em grow But we can't stop this real world from spinnin' us Your bright lights called, I don't blame you for pickin' up Your big dream bags are all packed up and ready to go But I just need you to know That I love you more than a California sunset More than a beer when you ain't twenty-one yet More than a Sunday morning Lord Turnin' some poor lost souls 'round, and Hallelujah bound Yeah, I love you more than the feeling when the bass hits the hook When the guy gets the girl at the end of the book But, baby, this might be the last time I get to lay you down 'Cause I can't love you more than my hometown I ain't the runaway kind, I can't change that My heart's stuck in these streets like the train tracks City sky ain't the same black Ain't that a map dot shame, man, to think that I love you more than a California sunset More than a beer when you ain't twenty-one yet More than a Sunday morning Lord Turnin' some poor lost souls around, and Hallelujah bound Yeah, I love you more than the feeling when the bass hits the hook When the guy gets the girl at the end of the book But, baby, this might be the last time I get to lay you down 'Cause I can't love you more than my hometown Yeah, you got a wild in your eyes that I just wasn't born with I'm a same gas station cup of coffee in the mornin' I need a house on the hill, girl, not in 'em So hang onto these words 'til them avenues help you forget 'em 'Cause I love you more than a California sunset I love you more in a twenty-dollar sundress Hate that loaded down car you got your keys in Girl, but I hate even more that you're leavin' 'Cause I love you more than the feeling when the bass hits the hook When the guy gets the girl at the end of the book But that ain't you and me so I guess I'll see you around 'Cause I can't love you more than my hometown Love you more than my hometown Love you more than my hometown Love you more, baby, love you more
Writer(s): Ryan Vojtesak, Morgan Wallen, Ernest Keith Smith, Michael Wilson Hardy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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