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INTERPRÉTATION
Lee Brice
Voix principales
Adam Shoenfield
Guitare électrique
Brian Pruitt
Batterie
Jim "Moose" Brown
Piano
Mike Brignardello
Basse
Pat McGrath
Guitare acoustique
Russ Pahl
Steel guitar
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Johnny Bulford
Paroles/Composition
Jon Stone
Paroles/Composition
Phil Barton
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Lee Brice
Production
Brian Willis
Ingénierie
Drew Bollman
Assistance d’ingénierie
Hank Hiriam Williams
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Jed Hackett
Ingénierie
Jon Stone
Production
Justin Niebank
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
Last night, outta the blue
Driftin' off to the evening news
She said, "Honey, what would you do
If you'd have never met me"
I just laughed, said, "I don't know
But I could take a couple guesses though"
And then tried to dig real deep
Said, "Darlin', honestly"
I'd do a lot more offshore fishin'
I'd probably eat more drive-thru chicken
Take a few strokes off my golf game
If I'd have never known your name
I'd still be drivin' that old green 'Nova
I probably never would have heard of yoga
I'd be a better football fan
But if I was a single man
Alone and out there on the loose
Well, I'd be lookin' for a woman like you
I could tell that got her attention
So I said, "Oh yeah, I forgot to mention
I wouldn't trade a single day
For 100 years, the other way"
She just smiled and rolled her eyes
'Cause she's heard all of my lines
I said, "C'mon on, girl, seriously"
If I hadn't been so lucky, I'd be
Shootin' pool in my bachelor pad
Playin' bass in my cover band
Restockin' up cold Bud Light
For poker every Tuesday night, yeah
I'd have a dirt bike in the shed
And not one throw pillow on the bed
I'd keep my cash in a coffee can
But if I was a single man
Alone and out there on the loose
Well, I'd be lookin' for a woman like you
She knows what a mess I'd be if I didn't have her here
But to be sure, I whispered in her ear
You know I get sick deep-sea fishin'
And you make the best fried chicken
I got a hopeless golf game
I love the sound of your name
I might miss that old green 'Nova
But I love watchin' you do yoga
I'd take a gold band on my hand
Over being a single man
'Cause honestly, I don't know what I'd do
If I'd never met a woman like you
Writer(s): Philip Barton, Johnny Bulford, Jonathan Stone
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