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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Dierks Bentley
Dierks Bentley
Chant
BRELAND
BRELAND
Chant
HARDY
HARDY
Chant
Ross Copperman
Ross Copperman
Programmation
Aaron Sterling
Aaron Sterling
Batterie
Tony Lucido
Tony Lucido
Basse
Danny Rader
Danny Rader
Guitare acoustique
Luke Dick
Luke Dick
Guitare électrique
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
BRELAND
BRELAND
Paroles/Composition
Luke Dick
Luke Dick
Paroles/Composition
Ashley Gorley
Ashley Gorley
Paroles/Composition
Nicolle Galyon
Nicolle Galyon
Paroles/Composition
Niko Moon
Niko Moon
Paroles/Composition
Ben Johnson
Ben Johnson
Paroles/Composition
Dierks Bentley
Dierks Bentley
Paroles/Composition
Michael Hardy
Michael Hardy
Paroles/Composition
Ross Copperman
Ross Copperman
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Dierks Bentley
Dierks Bentley
Production
Ross Copperman
Ross Copperman
Production
Brett Beavers
Brett Beavers
Production vocale
Jon Randall
Jon Randall
Production vocale
F. Reid Shippen
F. Reid Shippen
Ingénierie de mixage
Aaron Sterling
Aaron Sterling
Ingénierie
Tony Lucido
Tony Lucido
Ingénierie
Danny Rader
Danny Rader
Ingénierie
Jason Lehning
Jason Lehning
Ingénierie
Michael Mechling
Michael Mechling
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Daniel Bacigalupi
Daniel Bacigalupi
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Everybody's got a problem, so do I But we ain't gonna solve 'em on a Saturday night I just put a paycheck in the bank And I ain't hit the town in a minute to drink You had one of them, one of those weeks Stuck on repeat, I'll save you a seat Come on down Swing on by Bring whatever's been on your mind Locals on tap And bottles on ice Livin' on feel good standard time My card's on the bar You've got nowhere to be If you don't come through Buddy, that's on you 'Cause the beer's on me Yeah, the beer's on me (Ain't that right, HARDY?) Yeah, I'ma get a round or two for all I want Just a-bustin' your back while you're cussin' the sun And if your girl don't love you no more Well, here's a tall boy to cry in and it's been paid for And if you're short on cash, say cheers Don't sweat it, leave the sweatin' to the beer and Come on down Swing on by Bring whatever's been on your mind Locals on tap And bottles on ice Livin' on feel good standard time My card's on the bar You've got nowhere to be If you don't come through Buddy, that's on you 'Cause the beer's on me Yeah, the beer's on me (Drink it down) I like my drinks like my roof, on the house We turnin' up, got double cups, the sun's goin' down With lagers, I'm a boxer, yeah, I need 'bout 12 rounds And I could be your sponsor if you like how that sounds Tell me what you're drinkin', buckets for a Lincoln I could cover you and me and everyone you're bringin' Come on down Swing on by Bring whatever's been on your mind Locals on tap And bottles on ice Livin' on feel good standard time My card's on the bar You've got nowhere to be If you don't come through Buddy, that's on you 'Cause the beer's on me Yeah, the beer's on me The beer's on me Gonna save you a seat 'Cause the beer's on me Come get a Bud heavy, Busch Light Kill a cold Miller, Blue Moon, Red Stripe Naturday don't matter to me 'Cause don't nothing taste better than free Yeah, the beer's on me
Writer(s): Benjamin Johnson, Michael Hardy, Daniel Breland, Nicolle Galyon, Luke Dick, Dierks Bentley, Niko Moon, Ross Copperman, Ashley Glenn Gorley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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