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INTERPRÉTATION
Kenny Chesney
Kenny Chesney
Chant
Danny Rader
Danny Rader
Guitare acoustique
HARDY
HARDY
Chœurs
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Basse
Nick Buda
Nick Buda
Batterie
Kenny Greenberg
Kenny Greenberg
Guitare électrique
David Huff
David Huff
Programmation
David Dorn
David Dorn
Synthétiseur
Michael Hardy
Michael Hardy
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Hunter Phelps
Hunter Phelps
Paroles/Composition
Michael Hardy
Michael Hardy
Paroles/Composition
Zach Abend
Zach Abend
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Kenny Chesney
Kenny Chesney
Production
Joey Salit
Joey Salit
Assistance d’ingénierie de mastérisation
Taylor Chadwick
Taylor Chadwick
Assistance d’ingénierie de mastérisation
Brandon Towles
Brandon Towles
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Ingénierie de mastérisation
F. Reid Shippen
F. Reid Shippen
Ingénierie de mixage
Buddy Cannon
Buddy Cannon
Production
Tony Castle
Tony Castle
Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

Downtown looks like it's New Year's Eve Find some bar you can halfway breathe Touch tune some old deep cut Cheap Trick Got your girl singin' every word of it So you bring a couple shots of chilled Patrón To the prettiest thing that you ever hit on And somehow she ain't got a boyfriend So you make her laugh all night and then Take her home, fall in love Thank the good Lord up above That He sent one down into your arms And put a chain around your raise-hell heart You try to play it cool walking through the door But you're smiling like a fool 'cause you can't wait For them down-the-road memories you're bound to make And you will one day, take her home Gassed-up truck sittin' in the driveway In the back there's a black and a pink suitcase She can't stop saying she's freaking out You say, "Baby, you ain't got nothin' to worry about" Then you hold her hand, kiss her one time And throw it in drive And take her home, then fall in love Thank the good Lord up above That He sent one down into your arms And put a chain around your raise-hell heart You try to play it cool walking through the door But you're smiling like a fool 'cause you can't wait for Them down-the-road memories you're bound to make And you will one day, take her home (home, home) Take her home (home, home) Sometimes God draws life like a dream Paints you a seven-pound-five-ounce scene In a car seat creeping down the interstate Two young lovers that are scared to death But still can't wait To take her home, fall in love Thank the good Lord up above That He sent one down into your arms And put a chain around your raise-hell heart You try to play it cool walking through the door But you're smiling like a fool 'cause you can't wait for Them down-the-road memories you're bound to make And you will one day, take her home Take her home, take her home, take her home (home, home) Take her home Take her home, take her home, take her home (home, home)
Writer(s): Hunter Phelps, Zach Abend, Michael Hardy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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