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Florida Georgia Line - Countryside (Audio)
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Corey Crowder
Corey Crowder
Programmation
Jake Rose
Jake Rose
Programmation
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Guitare électrique
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Synthétiseur
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Percussion
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jake Rose
Jake Rose
Paroles/Composition
Blake Redferrin
Blake Redferrin
Paroles/Composition
Michael Whitworth
Michael Whitworth
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Corey Crowder
Corey Crowder
Production
Tyler Hubbard
Tyler Hubbard
Production
Brian Kelley
Brian Kelley
Production
Jake Rose
Jake Rose
Ingénierie de prise de son
Joe Baldridge
Joe Baldridge
Ingénierie de prise de son
Josh Ditty
Josh Ditty
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Jeff Juliano
Jeff Juliano
Ingénierie de mixage
David Cook
David Cook
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Ally Gecewicz
Ally Gecewicz
Ingénierie de montage
Adam Ayan
Adam Ayan
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Alyson McAnally
Alyson McAnally
Personnel de studio
Doug Rich
Doug Rich
Personnel de studio
Janice Soled
Janice Soled
Personnel de studio

Paroles

When downtown look a little busy (yup) What you say we get up out the city? (yup) And girl, you lookin' Broadway pretty (damn) You can have any man, but you wanna ride with me Let's roll on some blacked-out rims Go 'til the blacktop ends Street lights in the red dust (red dust) Take it out where it's just us Let's move to the countryside Park this truck in the pale moonlight Just you and the stars up in your eyes, your eyes Sweet little honeysuckle lips on mine Tangled up tighter than a kudzu vine Ooh, girl, I know, I know you like my country side Don't need no neon nights Got a palm tree paradise Way out in the countryside Back road, go and turn the Twitty up Pour a little whiskey in a Dixie cup Hand-rolled smoke to get you giddy up Ain't fishin' in the dark, but we gettin' nitty gritty In the glow of the dashboard clock No, girl, we ain't gon' stop Gettin' down where the corn grows (corn grow) Foggin' up Chevy windows Let's move to the countryside Park this truck in the pale moonlight Just you and the stars up in your eyes, your eyes Sweet little honeysuckle lips on mine Tangled up tighter than a kudzu vine Ooh, girl, I know, I know you like my country side Yeah, baby My country side Let's pretend we got the Goodyears stuck Kiss until the sun comes up Long night in a short bed (short bed) Still buzzin' in the mornin' Let's move to the countryside Park this truck in the pale moonlight (the pale moonlight) Get the stars up in your eyes, your eyes (your eyes, your eyes) Sweet little honeysuckle lips on mine Tangled up tighter than a kudzu vine Ooh, girl, I know, I know you like (you like) my country side Don't need no neon nights Got a palm tree paradise Way out in the countryside Way out in the countryside Ooh, way out in the countryside
Writer(s): Jake Rose, Michael Whitworth, Jeffrey Blake Redferrin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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