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INTERPRÉTATION
Blake Shelton
Blake Shelton
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Kenny Loggins
Kenny Loggins
Paroles/Composition
Dean Pitchford
Dean Pitchford
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Scott Hendricks
Scott Hendricks
Production complémentaire
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Ingénierie de mixage
John Esposito
John Esposito
Production
John Shanks
John Shanks
Production
Kevin Weaver
Kevin Weaver
Production
Randy Spendlove
Randy Spendlove
Production

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I've been working so hard, I'm punching my card Eight hours, for what? Oh, tell me what I got I get this feeling, that time's just holding me down I'll hit the ceiling or else I'll tear up this town Tonight I gotta cut loose, footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Please, Louise pull me off a my knees Jack, get back c'mon before we crack Lose your blues everybody cut footloose You're playing so cool, obeying every rule Dig a way down in your heart You're burning, yearning for some Somebody to tell you That life ain't passing you by I'm trying to tell you It will if you don't even try You can fly if you'd only cut loose Footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Oowhee, Marie shake it, shake it for me Whoa, Milo c'mon, c'mon let's go Lose your blues everybody cut footloose, Cut footloose, Whoa Cut footloose, Whoa Cut footloose, Whoa. Cut footloose, Whoa We got to turn you around And put your feet on the ground Now take a hold of your soul I'm turning it loose Footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Please, Louise pull me off a my knees Jack, get back c'mon before we crack Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose Footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Please, Louise pull me off a my knees Jack, get back c'mon before we crack Lose your blues Everybody cut everybody cut (Everybody) Everybody cut everybody cut (Everybody) Everybody cut everybody cut Everybody everybody cut footloose
Writer(s): Kenneth Clark Loggins, Dean Pitchford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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