Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Morgan Wallen
Morgan Wallen
Vocais
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Baixo
Tom Bukovac
Tom Bukovac
Guitarra elétrica
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Violão
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Teclados
Wes Hightower
Wes Hightower
Vocal de apoio
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Morgan Wallen
Morgan Wallen
Composição
Ernest Keith Smith
Ernest Keith Smith
Composição
Ryan Vojtesak
Ryan Vojtesak
Composição
Michael Hardy
Michael Hardy
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Josh Ditty
Josh Ditty
Engenharia (gravação)
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Produção
Ryan Yount
Ryan Yount
Engenharia (edição)
Scott Cooke
Scott Cooke
Engenharia (edição)
Matt McCartney
Matt McCartney
Engenharia (edição)
Eivind Nordland
Eivind Nordland
Engenharia (edição)
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Engenharia (masterização)

Letra

[Verse 1]
I'm sittin' on a rerun couch
Lookin' 'round at an empty house
Hungover, tryin' to figure out
Just how the hell that I got here
Can't blame it on Colorado
Tanqueray, no reposado
I could try but I know that I sure
Can't blame it on ice cold beer
There's an empty Jack bottle by the coffee cup
Did a lot more hurt than good
Girl, I know that I can't fill it back up
But if I could
[Chorus]
You'd be backin' in the driveway
You'd be un-saying "I'm leaving"
I'd be pullin' my fist from the drywall
Watchin' my bloody knuckles start healing
I wouldn't have a worst enemy
I'd be un-slammin' that bedroom door
It'd be a better version of me
Like I used to be
Like I was before
Your bags are packed and your keys were in your purse
If I could drink whiskey in reverse
[Verse 2]
If I could keep turnin' back time
To my seventeen-self
And tell me the first pull of that stuff
Will lead you to leavin'
I would've drank anything else
Oh, but that ain't the case
I took it down like a wild-eyed country boy would
Girl, and I know I can't fill it back up
But if I could
[Chorus]
You'd be backin' in the driveway
You'd be un-saying "I'm leaving"
I'd be pullin' my fist from the drywall
Watchin' my bloody knuckles start healing
I wouldn't have a worst enemy
I'd be un-slammin' that bedroom door
It'd be a better version of me
Like I used to be
Like I was before
Your bags are packed and your keys were in your purse
If I could drink whiskey in reverse
[Bridge]
It's a damn shame
The sun don't set in the East
'Cause that's the only way
You'd ever come back to me
[Chorus]
You'd be backin' in the driveway
You'd be un-saying "I'm leaving"
I'd be pullin' my fist from the drywall
Watchin' my bloody knuckles start healing
I wouldn't have a worst enemy
I'd be un-slammin' that bedroom door
It'd be a better version of me
Like I used to be
Like I was before
Your bags are packed and your keys are in your purse
If I could drink whiskey in reverse
Written by: Ernest Keith Smith, Michael Hardy, Morgan Wallen, Ryan Vojtesak
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