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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Brett Eldredge
Brett Eldredge
Chant
Heather Morgan
Heather Morgan
Chœurs
Nathan Chapman
Nathan Chapman
Basse
Rahsaan Barber
Rahsaan Barber
Saxophone alto
Kevin Gatzke
Kevin Gatzke
Saxophone baryton
Aaron Sterling
Aaron Sterling
Batterie
Mike Rojas
Mike Rojas
Piano
Stanton Edward
Stanton Edward
Guitare électrique
Evan Cobb
Evan Cobb
Saxophone ténor
Roy Agee
Roy Agee
Trombone
Emmanuel Echem
Emmanuel Echem
Trompette
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Brett Eldredge
Brett Eldredge
Paroles/Composition
Heather Morgan
Heather Morgan
Paroles/Composition
Nathan Chapman
Nathan Chapman
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Brett Eldredge
Brett Eldredge
Production déléguée
Nathan Chapman
Nathan Chapman
Production
Steve Fallone
Steve Fallone
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Ryan Hewitt
Ryan Hewitt
Ingénierie de mixage
Jordan Silva
Jordan Silva
Ingénierie de mixage
Gena Johnson
Gena Johnson
Ingénierie de prise de son
Louis Remenapp
Louis Remenapp
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Lowell Reynolds
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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