Muziekvideo

Muziekvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pam Tillis
Pam Tillis
Lead Vocals
Billy Joe Walker, Jr.
Billy Joe Walker, Jr.
Acoustic Guitar
Lonnie Wilson
Lonnie Wilson
Drums
Glenn Worf
Glenn Worf
Bass Guitar
Richard Bennett
Richard Bennett
Acoustic Guitar
Larry Byrom
Larry Byrom
Electric Guitar
John Jarvis
John Jarvis
Keyboards
Steve Nathan
Steve Nathan
Synthesizer
Stuart Duncan
Stuart Duncan
Fiddle
Melissa Britt
Melissa Britt
Background Vocals
Cindy Walker Richardson
Cindy Walker Richardson
Background Vocals
Harry Stinson
Harry Stinson
Background Vocals
Sonny Garrish
Sonny Garrish
Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dean Dillon
Dean Dillon
Songwriter
Bob McDill
Bob McDill
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pam Tillis
Pam Tillis
Producer
Billy Joe Walker, Jr.
Billy Joe Walker, Jr.
Producer
Kevin Bemish
Kevin Bemish
Recording Engineer
Bill Schnee
Bill Schnee
Mixing Engineer
Sharon Lee Myers
Sharon Lee Myers
Mastering Engineer

Songteksten

She'll turn thirty-four this weekend
She'll go out with her girlfriends
They'll drink some margaritas, cut up and carry on
There'll be guys and there'll be come-ons
She'll probably get hit on
But she thinks all the good ones are gone
She's got friends down at the office
And she can't help but notice
That when the day is over, how they all hurry home
Every day there's guys she works with
And even some she flirts with
But it seems like all the good ones are gone
And her momma called this morning
Said I'm worried about my baby
I wish you had a family of your own
She said Mom it's not that easy
You make it sound so simple
She can't take the first man that comes along
Once she had someone who loved her
Back when she was younger
Now she wonders if she held out a little bit too long
Back then there were so many
But now there just aren't any
It seems like all the good ones are gone
And her momma called this morning
Said I'm worried about my baby
I wish you had a family of your own
She said Mom it's not that easy
You make it sound so simple
She can't take the first man that comes along
She'll turn thirty-four this weekend
She'll go out with her girlfriends
They'll drink some margaritas, cut up and carry on
Oooh
Written by: Bob McDill, Dean Dillon
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