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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Ingrid Andress
Ingrid Andress
Chant
Sam Ellis
Sam Ellis
Chœurs
Devin Malone
Devin Malone
Guitare sur table
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Ingrid Andress
Ingrid Andress
Paroles/Composition
Derrick Southerland
Derrick Southerland
Paroles/Composition
Sam Ellis
Sam Ellis
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Ingrid Andress
Ingrid Andress
Production
Sam Ellis
Sam Ellis
Production
Robin Florent
Robin Florent
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Scott Desmarais
Scott Desmarais
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Ingénierie de mixage
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Ingénierie de mixage
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

[Verse 1]
I can't wait to show you where I grew up
Walk you 'round the foothills of my town
Probably feel like you've been there before
After hearing all the stories I've been telling you
For six months now
[Verse 2]
We'll probably have to sleep in separate bedrooms
Pack a shirt for church, because we'll go
I'm not trying to scare you off, but
I just thought that we should talk
A few things out before we hit the road
[Chorus]
If I bring you home to mama
I guess I'd better warn ya
She falls in love a little faster than I do
And my dad will check your tires
Pour you whiskey over ice and
Take you fishin', but pretend that he don't like you
Oh, if we break up, I'll be fine
But you'll be breaking more hearts than mine
[Verse 3]
My sister's gonna ask a million questions
Say anything she can to turn you red
And when you meet my high school friends
They'll buy you drinks and fill you in
On all the crazy nights I can't outlive
[Chorus]
So if I bring you home to mama
I guess I'd better warn ya
She falls in love a little faster than I do
And my dad will check your tires
Pour you whiskey over ice and
Buy you dinner, but pretend that he don't like you
Oh, if we break up, I'll be fine
But you'll be breaking more hearts than mine
[Outro]
If I bring you home to mama
I guess I'd better warn ya
She feels every heartache I go through
And if my dad sees me cryin'
He'll pour some whiskey over ice and
Tell a lie and say he never really liked you
Oh, if we break up, I'll be fine
But you'll be breaking more hearts than mine
You'll be breaking more hearts than mine
Written by: Derrick Southerland, Ingrid Andress, Sam Ellis
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