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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Dan Smyers
Programmation
Danny Orton
Claviers
Shay Mooney
Chant
Bryan Sutton
Guitare acoustique
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Basse
Adam Shoenfeld
Guitare électrique
Eric Darken
Percussion
Tim Akers
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Dan Smyers
Paroles/Composition
Danny Orton
Paroles/Composition
Shay Mooney
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Dan Smyers
Production
Danny Orton
Ingénierie de prise de son
Drew Bollman
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Jeff Balding
Ingénierie de prise de son
Scott Hendricks
Ingénierie de montage
Brian David Willis
Ingénierie de montage
Andrew Mendelson
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Justin Niebank
Ingénierie de mixage
Seth Morton
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
It was our first week, at Myrtle beach
Where it all began
It was a 102, nothin' to do
Man it was hot, so we jumped in
We were summertime sippin', sippin'
Sweet tea kissin' off of your lips
T-shirt drippin', drippin' wet
How could I forget?
Watchin' that blonde hair swing
To every song I'd sing
You were California beautiful
I was playin' everything but cool
I can still hear that sound
Of every wave crashin' down
Like the tears we cried that day we had to leave
It was everything we wanted it to be
The summer of 19 you and me
We had our first dance in the sand
It was one hell of a souvenir
Tangled up, so in love
So, let's just stay right here
'Til the sun starts creepin', creepin' up
Right then I knew
Just what you were thinkin', thinkin' of
When I looked at you
Watchin' that blonde hair swing
To every song I'd sing
You were California beautiful
I was playin' everything but cool
I can still hear that sound
Of every wave crashin' down
Like the tears we cried that day we had to leave
It was everything we wanted it to be
The summer of 19 you and me
You and me
Watchin' that blonde hair swing
To every song I'd sing
You were California beautiful
Beautiful, beautiful
Watchin' that blonde hair swing
To every song I'd sing
You were California beautiful
I was playin' everything but cool
I can still hear that sound
Of every wave crashin' down
Like the tears we cried that day we had to leave
It was everything we wanted it to be
The summer of 19 you and me
First week, Myrtle beach
Where it all began
Writer(s): Danny Orton, Dan Smyers, Shay Mooney
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