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Chris Young
Chris Young
Вокал
Brent Mason
Brent Mason
Электрогитара
Biff Watson
Biff Watson
Акустическая гитара
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Стил-гитара
Tony Harrell
Tony Harrell
Клавишные инструменты
Wes Hightower
Wes Hightower
Бэк-вокал
Kenny Greenberg
Kenny Greenberg
Электрогитара
Shannon Forrest
Shannon Forrest
Барабаны
Mark Hill
Mark Hill
Бас
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Johnny Bulford
Johnny Bulford
Автор песен
Patrick Jason Matthews
Patrick Jason Matthews
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
James Stroud
James Stroud
Продюсер

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Tuesday night, crowded bar Some guy lights a cheap cigar Bartender yells at him So he walks out and you walk in Right through that cloud of smoke Catcalls and dirty jokes Scan the room a couple times Find a seat right next to mine Lonely eyes, well, it sure looks like You just might be lookin' for somethin', for somethin', whoa Look at me and I think you'll see Those lonely eyes don't have to be alone tonight They analyze your glass of wine Roll away a pickup line Now and then they check your phone Catch mine and let 'em go From the little bit I've seen They're the perfect shade of green Next time they come my way Heaven help me make 'em stay Lonely eyes, well, it sure looks like You just might be lookin' for somethin', for somethin', whoa Look at me and I think you'll see Those lonely eyes don't have to be alone tonight Don't make me pay my tab, catch a cab Go home and kick myself to sleep tonight Gimme a sign, just a smile Baby, I'll be glad to lose myself deep inside Lonely eyes Lonely eyes sure looks like You just might be lookin' for somethin', for somethin', whoa Look at me and I think you'll see Those lonely eyes, they don't have to be alone tonight Lonely eyes, you don't have to be alone tonight
Writer(s): Jason Matthews, Johnny Bulford, Laura Veltz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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