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INTERPRÉTATION
Lady A
Lady A
Chant
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Guitare acoustique
Tom Bukovac
Tom Bukovac
Guitare électrique
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Steel guitar
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Basse
Charlie Judge
Charlie Judge
Claviers
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Thomas Rhett
Thomas Rhett
Composition
Charles Kelley
Charles Kelley
Composition
Julian Bunetta
Julian Bunetta
Composition
Ashley Gorley
Ashley Gorley
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Production
Drew Bollman
Drew Bollman
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Joel McKinney
Joel McKinney
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Ingénierie de mixage
David Huff
David Huff
Ingénierie de montage
Chris Small
Chris Small
Ingénierie de montage
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Mike "Frog" Griffith
Mike "Frog" Griffith
Personnel de studio
Doug Rich
Doug Rich
Personnel de studio
Janice Soled
Janice Soled
Personnel de studio

Paroles

Alright Ooh-ooh I got a buddy livin' out in Jacksonville In love with a woman with looks to kill Who called me outta the blue just the other night Yeah, he was gonna put a diamond on her hand Then he caught her runnin' 'round with another man So I booked me a ticket for the early A.M. flight That's right You know friends don't let friends drink alone Gotta have a little help to get that memory gone If you gonna make a bad decision, you shouldn't make it on your own Yeah, friends don't let friends drink alone No, they don't Well, I got another buddy in Birmingham Got cut loose by the old bossman Said hе's like a bull headed for the nеon lights Oh, he's gonna need someone to pick up the tab Talk it out, maybe split a cab Tell 'em everything's gonna be right Yeah, that's right You know friends don't let friends drink alone And gonna let 'em sit around and listen to them old sad songs (them old sad songs) If you gonna make a bad decision, you shouldn't make it on your own Yeah, friends don't let friends drink alone No, they don't Hey, listen If you need a wingman If you need a wingman I can hold a cold can I can hold a cold can I'll pick up the phone, man I won't leave you hangin' out to dry Buddy, I can split a twelve-pack Yeah, that's right I won't leave you by yourself, Jack No, sir You know I got your back And I know you got mine, yeah (woo) You know friends don't let friends drink alone It takes a couple good old boys to tie one home Oh, if you gonna make a bad decision, you shouldn't make it on your own No, friends don't let friends drink alone Friends don't let friends (friends, friends) drink alone Woo No, they don't Oh, no, they don't (no, they don't) You know they don't Don't let friends drink alone Drink alone Dial my number, buddy, I'll pick up I'll come help you catch that bus 'Cause friends don't let friends drink alone Save that empty stool for me I'll come runnin' in one, two, three (one, two, three) 'Cause friends don't let friends drink alone
Writer(s): Julian Burnetta, Ashley Glenn Gorley, Charles Kelley, Thomas Rhett Akins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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