Видео
Видео
Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Luke Combs
Ведущий вокал
Rob McNelley
Электрогитара
Derek Wells
Электрогитара
Bryan Sutton
Акустическая гитара
Jerry Roe
Барабаны
Jim "Moose" Brown
Клавишные инструменты
Chip Matthews
Бэк-вокал
Jonathan Singleton
Бэк-вокал
Steve Mackey
Бас
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Luke Combs
Автор песен
Ray Fulcher
Автор песен
Ben Hayslip
Автор песен
Dan Isbell
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Luke Combs
Продюсер
Chip Matthews
Миксинг-инженер
Jonathan Singleton
Продюсер
Steve Blackmon
Инженер звукозаписи
Zach Kuhlman
Ассистент инженера
Benny Quinn
Мастеринг-инженер
Слова
[Verse 1]
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 old ink shop
She said, "Get my name," I said, "Hell, why not?"
She didn't have to work too hard to talk me into
Mmm-mmm, a tattoo on a sunburn
[Chorus]
Every time that saltwater breeze blows in
I find myself laying 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
[Verse 2]
As I held her on her hotel balcony
I remember wishin' 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
Hammered down due west to Arkansas
And I laughed through the pain and swore it didn't hurt
Mmm-mmm, a tattoo on a sunburn
[Chorus]
Every time that saltwater breeze blows in
I find myself laying 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
[Verse 3]
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
But when they're stackin' the chairs right before the tide
I can still hear her voice come crashing down with the waves
[Chorus]
Every time that saltwater breeze blows in
I find myself laying 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
[Outro]
A tattoo on a sunburn
Written by: Ben Hayslip, Dan Isbell, Luke Combs, Ray Fulcher

