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Cole Swindell - Every Beer (Audio)
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Cole Swindell
Cole Swindell
Voix principales
Jordan Schmidt
Jordan Schmidt
Programmation
Michael Hardy
Michael Hardy
Chœurs
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Guitare acoustique
Alex Wright
Alex Wright
Piano
Nir Z
Nir Z
Batterie
Jeff Braun
Jeff Braun
Programmation
Justin Schipper
Justin Schipper
Steel guitar
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Cole Swindell
Cole Swindell
Paroles/Composition
Jordan Schmidt
Jordan Schmidt
Paroles/Composition
Michael Hardy
Michael Hardy
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jordan Schmidt
Jordan Schmidt
Production
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Jeff Braun
Jeff Braun
Ingénierie de mixage
Alyson McAnally
Alyson McAnally
Assistance de production

Paroles

Hey, old man, sittin' on a stool I've seen you in here for a while Your best days are now in your rearview But you still find a way to smile I know there's no secret to life It seems like you got it down to a T Got any longneck advice for a good ol' boy like me? And he said "Call your mama, see the world Get the tattoo, kiss the girl Count your blessings, thank your stars Learn your lesson, earn your scars Life's a sunset from the porch As beautiful as it is short So drink it up, but make it last, son 'Cause every beer could be your last one" Oh yeah, every beer could be your last one He ordered us both a PBR Said, "Take this with a grain of salt Life ain't like a sold-out bar We don't know when it's our last call So make "I can't" and "I regret" A couple words that you don't use And one day, you might be right here Tellin' somebody like you" "Call your mama, see the world Get the tattoo, kiss the girl Count your blessings, thank your stars Learn your lesson, earn your scars Life's a sunset from the porch As beautiful as it is short So drink it up, but make it last, son 'Cause every beer could be your last one" Oh yeah, your last one He paid his tab, then he was gone I don't know where that old man went Coulda been Heaven, coulda been home Either way, I ain't seen him since Since he said "Call your mama, see the world Get the tattoo, kiss the girl Count your blessings, thank your stars Learn your lesson, earn your scars Life's a sunset from the porch As beautiful as it is short So drink it up, but make it last, son 'Cause every beer could be your last one (you never know, no, you never know) Oh yeah, every beer could be your last one (you never know, no, you never know) (You never know, no, you never know) (you never know, no, you never know) (You never know, no, you never know) Every beer could be your last one Last one (make it last, son) Every beer could be your last one
Writer(s): Michael Hardy, Cole Swindell, Jordan Mark Schmidt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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