Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
Scotty McCreery
Vocais
Frank Rogers
Guitarra elétrica
Derek Wells
Guitarra elétrica
Justin Niebank
Programação
Wes Hightower
Vocal de apoio
David Dorn
Sintetizador
Ilya Toshinskiy
Violão acústico
Evan Hutchings
Bateria
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Baixo
Larry Franklin
Fiddle
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Scotty McCreery
Composição
Frank Rogers
Composição
Cale Dodds
Composição
Brent Anderson
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Frank Rogers
Produção
Derek Wells
Produção
Aaron Eshuis
Produção
Justin Niebank
Engenharia (mixagem)
Drew Bollman
Engenharia (gravação)
Andrew Mendelson
Engenharia (masterização)
Joel McKenney
Engenharia (assistente)
Letra
[Verse 1]
Jessie's a mechanic, his mother-in-law's a manic
His new wife is in a panic, saying, "When you coming home?"
Danny drives a tractor, left it in the pasture
Bosses getting madder 'cause he won't pick up the phone
Might not be an ivy league Einstein crowd
But when it comes to Friday night, man, we got it figured out
[Chorus]
When the long weeks' paychecks are cashed
Where we gonna spend it, buddy, you ain't gotta ask
When the neon lights are kicking on
All of us are heading to a home away from home
We don't look like much but we're pretty damn smart
For some good ole boys that can't pass the bar
[Verse 2]
Bobby's gotta cousin that says he's good for nothin'
Always making fun of him 'cause he doesn't own a suit
Freddy's ex-lady, got a new Mercedes
From the judge she's dating down in Baton Rouge
He's the book smart, no dark bull shootin' kind
That's why she shows back up every other Friday night
[Chorus]
When the long weeks' paychecks are cashed
Where we gonna spend it, buddy, you ain't gotta ask
When the neon lights are kicking on
All of us are heading to a home away from home
We don't look like much but we're pretty damn smart
For some good ole boys that can't pass the bar
[Verse 3]
When you're raised out here, you are who you are
That two lane road will only get you so far
We can pass around cigars, get tars and jars
But we can't, we can't, can't pass the bar
[Chorus]
When the long weeks' paychecks are cashed
Where we gonna spend it, buddy you ain't gotta ask
When the neon lights are kicking on
All of us are heading to a home away from home
We don't look like much but we're pretty damn smart
For some good ole boys that can't pass the bar
Just some good ole boys that can't pass the bar
We can't pass the bar
Written by: Brent Anderson, Cale Dodds, Derek George, Frank Rogers, Scotty McCreery

