ミュージックビデオ

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dierks Bentley
Dierks Bentley
Vocals
BRELAND
BRELAND
Vocals
HARDY
HARDY
Vocals
Ross Copperman
Ross Copperman
Programming
Aaron Sterling
Aaron Sterling
Drums
Tony Lucido
Tony Lucido
Bass
Danny Rader
Danny Rader
Acoustic Guitar
Luke Dick
Luke Dick
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
BRELAND
BRELAND
Songwriter
Ross Copperman
Ross Copperman
Songwriter
Luke Dick
Luke Dick
Songwriter
Ashley Gorley
Ashley Gorley
Songwriter
Nicolle Galyon
Nicolle Galyon
Songwriter
Niko Moon
Niko Moon
Songwriter
Ben Johnson
Ben Johnson
Songwriter
Dierks Bentley
Dierks Bentley
Songwriter
Michael Hardy
Michael Hardy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dierks Bentley
Dierks Bentley
Producer
Ross Copperman
Ross Copperman
Producer
Brett Beavers
Brett Beavers
Vocal Producer
Jon Randall
Jon Randall
Vocal Producer
F. Reid Shippen
F. Reid Shippen
Mixing Engineer
Aaron Sterling
Aaron Sterling
Engineer
Tony Lucido
Tony Lucido
Engineer
Danny Rader
Danny Rader
Engineer
Jason Lehning
Jason Lehning
Engineer
Michael Mechling
Michael Mechling
Assistant Recording Engineer
Daniel Bacigalupi
Daniel Bacigalupi
Mastering Engineer

歌詞

Everybody's got a problem, so do I But we ain't gonna solve 'em on a Saturday night I just put a paycheck in the bank And I ain't hit the town in a minute to drink You had one of them, one of those weeks Stuck on repeat, I'll save you a seat Come on down Swing on by Bring whatever's been on your mind Locals on tap And bottles on ice Livin' on feel good standard time My card's on the bar You've got nowhere to be If you don't come through Buddy, that's on you 'Cause the beer's on me Yeah, the beer's on me (Ain't that right, HARDY?) Yeah, I'ma get a round or two for all I want Just a-bustin' your back while you're cussin' the sun And if your girl don't love you no more Well, here's a tall boy to cry in and it's been paid for And if you're short on cash, say cheers Don't sweat it, leave the sweatin' to the beer and Come on down Swing on by Bring whatever's been on your mind Locals on tap And bottles on ice Livin' on feel good standard time My card's on the bar You've got nowhere to be If you don't come through Buddy, that's on you 'Cause the beer's on me Yeah, the beer's on me (Drink it down) I like my drinks like my roof, on the house We turnin' up, got double cups, the sun's goin' down With lagers, I'm a boxer, yeah, I need 'bout 12 rounds And I could be your sponsor if you like how that sounds Tell me what you're drinkin', buckets for a Lincoln I could cover you and me and everyone you're bringin' Come on down Swing on by Bring whatever's been on your mind Locals on tap And bottles on ice Livin' on feel good standard time My card's on the bar You've got nowhere to be If you don't come through Buddy, that's on you 'Cause the beer's on me Yeah, the beer's on me The beer's on me Gonna save you a seat 'Cause the beer's on me Come get a Bud heavy, Busch Light Kill a cold Miller, Blue Moon, Red Stripe Naturday don't matter to me 'Cause don't nothing taste better than free Yeah, the beer's on me
Writer(s): Benjamin Johnson, Michael Hardy, Daniel Breland, Nicolle Galyon, Luke Dick, Dierks Bentley, Niko Moon, Ross Copperman, Ashley Glenn Gorley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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