Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Morgan Wallen
Vocals
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
Bryan Sutton
Acoustic Guitar
Dave Cohen
Keyboards
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Morgan Wallen
Songwriter
Ernest Keith Smith
Songwriter
Ryan Vojtesak
Songwriter
Michael Hardy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Josh Ditty
Recording Engineer
Joey Moi
Producer
Ryan Yount
Editing Engineer
Scott Cooke
Editing Engineer
Matt McCartney
Editing Engineer
Eivind Nordland
Editing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
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