Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Morgan Wallen
Chant
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Basse
Tom Bukovac
Guitare électrique
Bryan Sutton
Guitare acoustique
Dave Cohen
Claviers
Wes Hightower
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Morgan Wallen
Paroles/Composition
Ernest Keith Smith
Paroles/Composition
Ryan Vojtesak
Paroles/Composition
Michael Hardy
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Josh Ditty
Ingénierie de prise de son
Joey Moi
Production
Ryan Yount
Ingénierie de montage
Scott Cooke
Ingénierie de montage
Matt McCartney
Ingénierie de montage
Eivind Nordland
Ingénierie de montage
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
[Verse 1]
I'm sittin' on a rerun couch
Lookin' 'round at an empty house
Hungover, tryin' to figure out
Just how the hell that I got here
Can't blame it on Colorado
Tanqueray, no reposado
I could try but I know that I sure
Can't blame it on ice cold beer
There's an empty Jack bottle by the coffee cup
Did a lot more hurt than good
Girl, I know that I can't fill it back up
But if I could
[Chorus]
You'd be backin' in the driveway
You'd be un-saying "I'm leaving"
I'd be pullin' my fist from the drywall
Watchin' my bloody knuckles start healing
I wouldn't have a worst enemy
I'd be un-slammin' that bedroom door
It'd be a better version of me
Like I used to be
Like I was before
Your bags are packed and your keys were in your purse
If I could drink whiskey in reverse
[Verse 2]
If I could keep turnin' back time
To my seventeen-self
And tell me the first pull of that stuff
Will lead you to leavin'
I would've drank anything else
Oh, but that ain't the case
I took it down like a wild-eyed country boy would
Girl, and I know I can't fill it back up
But if I could
[Chorus]
You'd be backin' in the driveway
You'd be un-saying "I'm leaving"
I'd be pullin' my fist from the drywall
Watchin' my bloody knuckles start healing
I wouldn't have a worst enemy
I'd be un-slammin' that bedroom door
It'd be a better version of me
Like I used to be
Like I was before
Your bags are packed and your keys were in your purse
If I could drink whiskey in reverse
[Bridge]
It's a damn shame
The sun don't set in the East
'Cause that's the only way
You'd ever come back to me
[Chorus]
You'd be backin' in the driveway
You'd be un-saying "I'm leaving"
I'd be pullin' my fist from the drywall
Watchin' my bloody knuckles start healing
I wouldn't have a worst enemy
I'd be un-slammin' that bedroom door
It'd be a better version of me
Like I used to be
Like I was before
Your bags are packed and your keys are in your purse
If I could drink whiskey in reverse
Written by: Ernest Keith Smith, Michael Hardy, Morgan Wallen, Ryan Vojtesak

