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Luke Combs
Luke Combs
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Scott Moffatt
Scott Moffatt
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Gary Morse
Gary Morse
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Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
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Jon Conley
Jon Conley
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Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
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Tim Marks
Tim Marks
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Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
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Aubrey Haynie
Aubrey Haynie
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Ben Jordan
Ben Jordan
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Buddy Leach
Buddy Leach
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Carl Miner
Carl Miner
Акустическая гитара
Doug Frasure
Doug Frasure
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Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
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Sol Littlefiled
Sol Littlefiled
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Wil Houchens
Wil Houchens
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МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Luke Combs
Luke Combs
Автор песен
Drew Parker
Drew Parker
Автор песен
Robert Williford
Robert Williford
Автор песен
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Scott Moffatt
Scott Moffatt
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Alex Gilson
Alex Gilson
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Andrew Darby
Andrew Darby
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Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
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Bobbi Giel
Bobbi Giel
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Jim Cooley
Jim Cooley
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Luke Armentrout
Luke Armentrout
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Megan Peterson
Megan Peterson
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Taylor Chadwick
Taylor Chadwick
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I'm on this red-eye rolling down a runway Window seat, nonstop one-way 2 PM, Gate B10, it can't come soon enough I've got a mid-flight magazine and a mixed drink I wish time would fly right with me Damn the days that baggage claim's in another taxi town But they always bring me back to you I've seen California and the fields of Oklahoma From thirty thousand feet, can't beat the view Crossed the Mississippi, watched the mountains over Tennessee Become a Carolina sky that was so blue And still ain't seen nothing like, nothing like you I've spent every mile missing you, baby It's enough to drive me crazy "I love you"'s from hotel rooms They sure do make it tough But they always bring me back to you I've seen California and the fields of Oklahoma From thirty thousand feet, can't beat the view Crossed the Mississippi, watched the mountains over Tennessee Become a Carolina sky that was so blue And still ain't seen nothing like, nothing like you In all these nothing towns You in this whole world around You're the only place I wanna get back to 'Cause I've seen California and the fields of Oklahoma From thirty thousand feet, can't beat the view Crossed the Mississippi, watched the mountains over Tennessee Become a Carolina sky that was so blue And still ain't seen nothing like And still ain't seen nothing like And still ain't seen nothing like Nothing like you Nothing like you
Writer(s): Luke Combs, Drew Parker, Robert Williford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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