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