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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Brett Eldredge
Brett Eldredge
Вокал
Heather Morgan
Heather Morgan
Бэк-вокал
Nathan Chapman
Nathan Chapman
Бас
Rahsaan Barber
Rahsaan Barber
Саксофон-альт
Kevin Gatzke
Kevin Gatzke
Баритон-саксофон
Aaron Sterling
Aaron Sterling
Барабаны
Mike Rojas
Mike Rojas
Фортепиано
Stanton Edward
Stanton Edward
Электрогитара
Evan Cobb
Evan Cobb
Тенор-саксофон
Roy Agee
Roy Agee
Тромбон
Emmanuel Echem
Emmanuel Echem
Труба
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Brett Eldredge
Brett Eldredge
Автор песен
Heather Morgan
Heather Morgan
Автор песен
Nathan Chapman
Nathan Chapman
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Brett Eldredge
Brett Eldredge
Исполнительный продюсер
Nathan Chapman
Nathan Chapman
Продюсер
Steve Fallone
Steve Fallone
Мастеринг-инженер
Ryan Hewitt
Ryan Hewitt
Миксинг-инженер
Jordan Silva
Jordan Silva
Миксинг-инженер
Gena Johnson
Gena Johnson
Инженер звукозаписи
Louis Remenapp
Louis Remenapp
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Lowell (RU) Reynolds (RU)
Lowell (RU) Reynolds (RU)
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи

Слова

Pour me a glass of somethin' special I'm in the mood to celebrate Dance like the devil went down to Georgia 'Cause he can't keep up with the hell we raise I think I'm overdue for a little fun Wind me up Charlie, let me run I've been working too hard in the summer sun If they don't give me a break, I'ma get me one Can't take it to the grave, I'ma spend it So come on, let me wobble off the line for a minute Pour me a glass of somethin' special I'm in the mood to celebrate Dance like the devil went down to Georgia 'Cause he can't keep with the hell we raise Do a little step, that dirty Kentucky Set the world on fire when they open the gate And dance like the devil went down to Georgia 'Cause he can't keep up with the hell we raise Call my buddy Nate, line 'em up Get everybody here for the good stuff Tell 'em bring you best moves like a potluck Tell 'em back your worries up like a Mack truck I ain't been this happy in a while You can find me on the floor with an alligator smile Pour me a glass of somethin' special I'm in the mood to celebrate Dance like the devil went down to Georgia 'Cause he can't keep up with the hell we raise Do a little step, that dirty Kentucky Set the world on fire when they open the gate And dance like the devil went down to Georgia 'Cause he can't keep up with the hell we raise Lose a button on my shirt Take life for a spin Go on, pour on all that sauce 'Cause you don't get to do it again (no, you don't) No, you don't get to do it again Nah, nah, nah Pour a glass of somethin' special I'm in the mood to celebrate Dance like the devil went down to Georgia 'Cause he can't keep up with hell we raise Do a little step, that dirty Kentucky Set the world on fire when they open the gate And dance like the devil went down to Georgia 'Cause he can't keep up with the hell we raise Oh Bring it back, go Woo, okay (yeah, yeah, yeah) You dancin' yet? (Woo-hoo) If you ain't, you ain't got a heartbeat (ooh, ooh) So I want you to really feel it (yeah, yeah, yeah) Dance like the devil (woo-hoo) Bring the bass, bring the treble (ooh) Oh, yeah, woo (ooh) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na (woo-hoo) Oh, no, you can't keep up with the hell we raise (ooh, ooh)
Writer(s): Nathan Paul Chapman, Heather Morgan, Brett Ryan Eldredge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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