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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gary Allan
Gary Allan
Lead Vocals
Greg Droman
Greg Droman
Electric Guitar
Michael Rhodes
Michael Rhodes
Bass
Tom Bukovac
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
Chad Cromwell
Chad Cromwell
Drums
CJ Udeen
CJ Udeen
Steel Guitar
John Lancaster
John Lancaster
Piano
David Steele
David Steele
Background Vocals
Levi Dennis
Levi Dennis
Fiddle
Jaime Hanna
Jaime Hanna
Background Vocals
Hillary Lindsey
Hillary Lindsey
Background Vocals
Dan Dougmore
Dan Dougmore
Steel Guitar
Matt Warren
Matt Warren
Harmonica
Rachel Proctor
Rachel Proctor
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brett Warren
Brett Warren
Songwriter
Brad Warren
Brad Warren
Composer
Blair Daly
Blair Daly
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gary Allan
Gary Allan
Producer
Greg Droman
Greg Droman
Mixing Engineer
Lowell Reynolds
Lowell Reynolds
Assistant Recording Engineer
Williams Hank
Williams Hank
Mastering Engineer

Songteksten

Floatin' away like a bottle in the water Sun down here just feels a little hotter Burnin' away today 'cause I ain't got her no more, no more Somethin' kinda dark about stone white beaches Nobody here practice what they preaches The truth is, the truth ain't worth what I'm reaching for In the distance, I hear tequila talk And college chicks in the parking lot While I just lay here starin' up at God With sand in my soul Beer in my veins Lettin' my hair grow in room 108 Gettin' over you, I ain't even gonna try 'Cause I'm on a roll Fillin' up this hole With sand in my soul Headphones, shades, never gettin' rattled Spent all day just building you a castle It's okay if your back in the saddle at home, back home I hate to say I'm glad you broke my heart And I hate to say it isn't tearing me apart But I love the way this tiki bar is somehow never closed Sand in my soul Beer in my veins Lettin' my hair grow in room 108 Gettin' over you, I ain't even gonna try 'Cause I'm on a roll Fillin' up this hole With sand in my soul Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh In the distance, I hear tequila talk And college chicks in the parking lot While I just lay here starin' up at God Sand in my soul Beer in my veins Lettin' my hair grow down to my waist Gettin' over you, I ain't even gonna try 'Cause I'm on a roll Fillin' up this hole With sand in my soul Sand in my soul
Writer(s): Blair Daly, Brad Warren, Brett D. Warren Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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