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INTERPRÉTATION
Lenny Cooper
Lenny Cooper
Interprète
Noah Gordon
Noah Gordon
Chœurs
Bruce Bouton
Bruce Bouton
Steel guitar
Eddie Bayers
Eddie Bayers
Batterie
Jim "Moose" Brown
Jim "Moose" Brown
Claviers
Larry Franklin
Larry Franklin
Violon folklorique
Mike Durham
Mike Durham
Guitare électrique
Pat Magrath
Pat Magrath
Guitare acoustique
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Lenny Cooper
Lenny Cooper
Composition
Noah Gordon
Noah Gordon
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Noah Gordon
Noah Gordon
Production
Billy Decker
Billy Decker
Ingénierie de mixage
Brandon Schexnayder
Brandon Schexnayder
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Justin Francis
Justin Francis
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Mark Niemiec
Mark Niemiec
Ingénierie
Shannon Houchins
Shannon Houchins
Production

Paroles

Girl, you're my sunshine, The good in my time. The reason I write a song, So I can put you in my rhyme. You're my feelin' good, You're my lookin' fine. You're the first taste of some fresh made apple pie. You're my sweet lady, You drive me redneck crazy. My favorite million make is country fried steak and gravy. I ain't gonna lie or try to make this up; But you're the first girl I ever let drive my truck because, Baby, I swear, you're the shell in my shotgun, The first swallow of a beer when I pop one. My double wide way back in the woods, And my four by four when the muddin' gets good. Girl, you're my NASCAR, My college football, My best bird dog, My lucky duck call. Like Waylon and Willy, you get me singin' along. You're my redneck country song. You're my heart and soul, The one that I forever hold. You're my lucky charm, You're my pot of gold, My sunset when I'm kicked back at Charleston Beach. My favorite jam; every time you make me want to sing. I don't know what I'd do, if I didn't have you, My lips stuck on you, Like they were super glued. There's somethin' 'bout that camo bikini you got on, The whole reason, yeah, You my redneck country song. Baby, I swear, you're the shell in my shotgun, The first swallow of a beer when I pop one. My double wide way back in the woods, And my four by four when the muddin' gets good. Girl, you're my NASCAR, My college football, My best bird dog, My lucky duck call. Like Waylon and Willy, you get me singin' along. You're my redneck country song. Oh yeah, Girl, you turn me on like nobody I've known, When I get home and slide my favorite country station's on. Baby, I swear, you're the shell in my shotgun, The first swallow of a beer when I pop one. My double wide way back in the woods, And my four by four when the muddin' gets good. Girl, you're my NASCAR, My college football, My best bird dog, My lucky duck call. Like Waylon and Willy, you get me singin' along, Singin' along. Like Waylon and Willy you get me singin' along. You're my redneck country song. Oh yeah. You're my redneck country song. You're my redneck country song.
Writer(s): Noah Adrian Gordon, Lenny Cooper Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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