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Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Bryan Sutton
Acoustic Guitar
Jerry Roe
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Jim "Moose" Brown
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Chip Matthews
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Jonathan Singleton
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Steve Mackey
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Luke Combs
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Ray Fulcher
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Ben Hayslip
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Dan Isbell
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Luke Combs
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Chip Matthews
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Jonathan Singleton
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Steve Blackmon
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Zach Kuhlman
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Benny Quinn
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Letra
It was the summer after my senior year
We spent the whole week out on that pier
She said, "Boy I think I love you", I said "I love you too"
We ended up drunk at some ole ink shops
She said, "Get my name", I said, "Hell, why not?"
She didn't have to work too hard to talk me into
Mhm, tattoo on a sunburn
And every time that saltwater breeze blows in
I find myself lying right there
In a kicked back, jet black, leather seat
The hum and the buzz, and the sting of that needle
Faded away, but I guess some people never do
Losing you's the only thing worse
Than a tattoo on a sunburn
As I held her on her hotel balcony
I remember wishing she would come back with me
Guess a boy can dream but we both knew it wouldn't work
When I came to, she was already gone
Hammer down, due west to Arkansas
I laughed through the pain and swore it didn't hurt
Mhm, tattoo on a sunburn
And every time that saltwater breeze blows in
I find myself lying right there
In a kicked back, jet black, leather seat
The hum and the buzz, and the sting of that needle
Faded away, but I guess some people never do
Losing you's the only thing worse
Than a tattoo on a sunburn
It's covered up with some new ink now
The rest of the world ain't got a clue about
The name of a girl that I ain't seen since that day
I don't think about her all the time
When they're stackin' the chairs right before the tide
I can still hear her voice come crashing down with the waves
Every time that saltwater breeze blows in
I find myself lying right there
In a kicked back, jet black, leather seat
The hum and the buzz, and the sting of that needle
Faded away, but I guess some people never do
Losing you's the only thing worse
Than a tattoo on a sunburn
A tattoo on a sunburn
Writer(s): Dan Isbell, Ben Hayslip, Luke Albert Combs, Ray Fulcher
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