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INTERPRÉTATION
Matt Stell
Matt Stell
Chant
Todd Lombardo
Todd Lombardo
Guitare acoustique
David Dorn
David Dorn
Claviers
Sol Littlefield
Sol Littlefield
Guitare électrique
Tony Lucido
Tony Lucido
Basse
Evan Hutchings
Evan Hutchings
Batterie
Adam Shoenfeld
Adam Shoenfeld
Guitare électrique
Justin Schipper
Justin Schipper
Steel guitar
Eric Torres
Eric Torres
Chœurs
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Guitare électrique
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Matt Stell
Matt Stell
Paroles/Composition
Jessie Jo Dillon
Jessie Jo Dillon
Paroles/Composition
Chase McGill
Chase McGill
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Matt Stell
Matt Stell
Production
Ash Bowers
Ash Bowers
Production
Jim Cooley
Jim Cooley
Ingénierie de mixage
Eric Torres
Eric Torres
Ingénierie de prise de son
Zach Kuhlman
Zach Kuhlman
Assistance d’ingénierie
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Oughta take some windshield paint And write "make me an offer" 'Cause right now if things don't change I'd take rock-bottom dollar On this low-miles, one-owner Half-ton, two-toner When they ask me why I'm sellin' Baby, I'll just tell 'em I can't get the rearview off you, wanna rip the thing off Can't get your perfume out the bench seat cloth If a short bed Chevy could talk, it'd say "Boy, you messed up and it's all your fault" All my playlists, I can't play 'em From the A to the F to the XM dial Every memory, evеry mile, it reminds me of us And I wish I could just Shut thе truck up, shut the truck up, shut the truck up Shut thе truck up, shut the truck up, shut the truck up It's like it's tryin' to steer me to go and see what you're doin' And that sure ain't helpin' me gettin' my movin' on movin' I hear four hundred horses screamin' when you drove away Why didn't I even turn the key our turn you around? Guess I'm the one that's breakin' down I can't get the rearview off you, wanna rip the thing off Can't get your perfume out the bench seat cloth If a short bed Chevy could talk, it'd say "Boy, you messed up and it's all your fault" All my playlists, I can't play 'em From the A to the F to the XM dial Every memory, every mile, it reminds me of us And I wish I could just Shut the truck up, shut the truck up, shut the truck up Shut the truck up, shut the truck up, shut the truck up I can't open the door without hearin' yours slammin' It's still stuck in my head and I can't stand it I can't get the rearview off you, wanna rip the thing off Can't get your perfume out of the bench seat cloth If a short bed Chevy could talk, it'd say "Boy, you messed up and it's all your fault" All my playlists, I can't play 'em From the A to the F to the XM dial Every memory, every mile, it reminds me of us And I wish I could just Shut the truck up, shut the truck up, shut the truck up Shut the truck up, shut the truck up, shut the truck up Yeah, yeah Shut the truck up, shut the truck up, shut the truck up
Writer(s): Jessie Jo Dillon, Richard Chase Mcgill, Matt Stell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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