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INTERPRÉTATION
Priscilla Block
Priscilla Block
Chant
Jake Curry
Jake Curry
Programmation
Justin Johnson
Justin Johnson
Programmation
Robbie Artress
Robbie Artress
Programmation
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Batterie
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Basse
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Guitare acoustique
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Guitare électrique
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Claviers
Josh Beale
Josh Beale
Chœurs
Sarah Jones
Sarah Jones
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Josh Beale
Josh Beale
Paroles/Composition
Sarah Jones
Sarah Jones
Paroles/Composition
Kate Hasting
Kate Hasting
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jake Curry
Jake Curry
Production
Justin Johnson
Justin Johnson
Production
Robbie Artress
Robbie Artress
Production
Jim Cooley
Jim Cooley
Ingénierie de mixage
Mike "Frog" Griffith
Mike "Frog" Griffith
Personnel de studio
Sean R. Badum
Sean R. Badum
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Justin Johnson
Justin Johnson
Production

Paroles

Stupid static buzzing in through the stereo Smoke blowin' in through the patio I'm right where I was just a week ago Bartender slidin' me a double Of Jameson, strong, somethin' I've been missin' Got me feelin' good and believin' Believin' I'm forgettin' the taste The burn, the sting of you leavin' I'm right where you left me At the bottom of the bottle Now I'm drunk, like a fireball lightin' me up Put it to my lips and I feel that rush Lettin' 80 proof do what it does And I'm high, it's rockin' me through the night Keepin' me warm, holdin' me so tight Finally, feelin' fine, and then it hits me I wish you were the whiskey Straight up, waitin' by the door when I get off It's a sure thing I can count on The truth is comin' out a little more And more with every shot I should've known better Than to run to the bottle Now I'm drunk, like a fireball lightin' me up Put it to my lips and I feel that rush Lettin' 80 proof do what it does And I'm high, it's rockin' me through the night Keepin' me warm, holdin' me so tight Finally, feelin' fine, and then it hits me I wish you were the whiskey Yeah, the whiskey, yeah, oh The whiskey, yeah, the whiskey, yeah Well, now I'm all alone And your memory is hangin' over I should've known better than to think I could trade one for the other And I'm drunk, like a fireball lightin' me up Put it to my lips and I feel that rush Lettin' 80 proof do what it does And I'm high, it's rockin' me through the night Keepin' me warm, holdin' me so tight Finally, feelin' fine, and then it hits me I wish you were the whiskey Yeah, the whiskey, yeah, oh The whiskey, yeah, the whiskey, yeah
Writer(s): Priscilla Block, Sarah Jones, Josh Beale, Kate Hasting Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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