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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zach Bryan
Zach Bryan
Lead Vocals
Seth Taylor
Seth Taylor
Acoustic Guitar
Aksel Coe
Aksel Coe
Drums
Calvin Knowles
Calvin Knowles
Electric Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zachary Lane Bryan
Zachary Lane Bryan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Colin Bryson
Colin Bryson
Engineer
Eddie Spear
Eddie Spear
Mixing Engineer

Letra

I got too high on the couch last Sunday She said it was fine You worked hard all week and deserve you a little time And this one, she don't want money, but she wants the stars So tonight I'm takin' her out and we're gettin' ours So, come on, get in baby, won't you try me I've got your favorite song mixed in with the high beams If we don't go right now, we'll never know (ooh) So come on, get in, let's see how far this goes You'll burn down this city with a classy little smile But I swear I like ya better when you're dancin' under lights in the hall You're as kind as the mornin', givin' all things light And there's some high beams mixin' with your favorite song drivin' tonight So, come on, get in baby, won't you try me I've got your favorite song mixed in with the high beams If we don't go right now, we'll never know (ooh) So come on, get in, let's see how far this goes I got too high on the couch last Sunday She said it was fine You worked hard all week and deserve you a little time So, come on, get in baby, won't you try me I've got your favorite song mixed in with the high beams If we don't go right now, we'll never know So come on, let's see how far it goes
Writer(s): Zachary Lane Bryan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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