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Luke Combs
Luke Combs
Ведущий вокал
Rob McNelley
Rob McNelley
Электрогитара
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Электрогитара
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Акустическая гитара
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Барабаны
Jim "Moose" Brown
Jim "Moose" Brown
Клавишные инструменты
Chip Matthews
Chip Matthews
Бэк-вокал
Jonathan Singleton
Jonathan Singleton
Бэк-вокал
Steve Mackey
Steve Mackey
Бас
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Luke Combs
Luke Combs
Автор песен
Ray Fulcher
Ray Fulcher
Автор песен
Ben Hayslip
Ben Hayslip
Автор песен
Dan Isbell
Dan Isbell
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Luke Combs
Luke Combs
Продюсер
Chip Matthews
Chip Matthews
Миксинг-инженер
Jonathan Singleton
Jonathan Singleton
Продюсер
Steve Blackmon
Steve Blackmon
Инженер звукозаписи
Zach Kuhlman
Zach Kuhlman
Ассистент инженера
Benny Quinn
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
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