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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Brett Eldredge
Chant
Heather Morgan
Chœurs
Nathan Chapman
Basse
Rahsaan Barber
Saxophone alto
Kevin Gatzke
Saxophone baryton
Aaron Sterling
Batterie
Mike Rojas
Piano
Stanton Edward
Guitare électrique
Evan Cobb
Saxophone ténor
Roy Agee
Trombone
Emmanuel Echem
Trompette
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Brett Eldredge
Paroles/Composition
Heather Morgan
Paroles/Composition
Nathan Chapman
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Brett Eldredge
Production déléguée
Nathan Chapman
Production
Steve Fallone
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Ryan Hewitt
Ingénierie de mixage
Jordan Silva
Ingénierie de mixage
Gena Johnson
Ingénierie de prise de son
Louis Remenapp
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Lowell Reynolds
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Paroles
Pour me a glass of somethin' special
I'm in the mood to celebrate
Dance like the devil went down to Georgia
'Cause he can't keep up with the hell we raise
I think I'm overdue for a little fun
Wind me up Charlie, let me run
I've been working too hard in the summer sun
If they don't give me a break, I'ma get me one
Can't take it to the grave, I'ma spend it
So come on, let me wobble off the line for a minute
Pour me a glass of somethin' special
I'm in the mood to celebrate
Dance like the devil went down to Georgia
'Cause he can't keep with the hell we raise
Do a little step, that dirty Kentucky
Set the world on fire when they open the gate
And dance like the devil went down to Georgia
'Cause he can't keep up with the hell we raise
Call my buddy Nate, line 'em up
Get everybody here for the good stuff
Tell 'em bring you best moves like a potluck
Tell 'em back your worries up like a Mack truck
I ain't been this happy in a while
You can find me on the floor with an alligator smile
Pour me a glass of somethin' special
I'm in the mood to celebrate
Dance like the devil went down to Georgia
'Cause he can't keep up with the hell we raise
Do a little step, that dirty Kentucky
Set the world on fire when they open the gate
And dance like the devil went down to Georgia
'Cause he can't keep up with the hell we raise
Lose a button on my shirt
Take life for a spin
Go on, pour on all that sauce
'Cause you don't get to do it again (no, you don't)
No, you don't get to do it again
Nah, nah, nah
Pour a glass of somethin' special
I'm in the mood to celebrate
Dance like the devil went down to Georgia
'Cause he can't keep up with hell we raise
Do a little step, that dirty Kentucky
Set the world on fire when they open the gate
And dance like the devil went down to Georgia
'Cause he can't keep up with the hell we raise
Oh
Bring it back, go
Woo, okay (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You dancin' yet? (Woo-hoo)
If you ain't, you ain't got a heartbeat (ooh, ooh)
So I want you to really feel it (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dance like the devil (woo-hoo)
Bring the bass, bring the treble (ooh)
Oh, yeah, woo (ooh)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na (woo-hoo)
Oh, no, you can't keep up with the hell we raise (ooh, ooh)
Writer(s): Nathan Paul Chapman, Heather Morgan, Brett Ryan Eldredge
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