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Tim McGraw
Tim McGraw
Ведущий вокал
Lonnie Wilson
Lonnie Wilson
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Steve Nathan
Steve Nathan
Фортепиано
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Rick Ferrell
Rick Ferrell
Автор песен
Keith Follese
Keith Follese
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Tim McGraw
Tim McGraw
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Byron Gallimore
Byron Gallimore
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Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
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Doug Sax
Doug Sax
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James Stroud
James Stroud
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John Van Nest
John Van Nest
Инженер обработки
Julian King
Julian King
Инженер
Mike Dy
Mike Dy
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Rich Hanson
Rich Hanson
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Rob Hoffman
Rob Hoffman
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It was Labor Day weekend, I was 17 I bought a Coke and some gasoline And I drove out to the county fair When I saw her for the first time She was standing there in the ticket line And it all started right then and there Oh, a sailor sky made a perfect sunset And that's the day I'll never forget I had a barbecue stain on my white t-shirt She was killing me in that miniskirt Skippin' rocks on the river by the railroad tracks She had a suntan line and red lipstick I worked so hard for that first kiss And a heart don't forget something like that Well it was five years later on a southbound plane I was headed down to New Orleans To meet some friends of mine for the Mardi Gras When I heard a voice from the past Comin' from a few rows back And when I looked, I couldn't believe just what I saw She said, "I bet you don't remember me" And I said, "Only every other memory" I had a barbecue stain on my white t-shirt You were killing me in that miniskirt Skippin' rocks on the river by the railroad tracks You had a suntan line and red lipstick I worked so hard for that first kiss And a heart don't forget something like that Like an old photograph Time can make a feeling fade But the memory of a first love Never fades away I had a barbecue stain on my white t-shirt She was killing me in that miniskirt Skippin' rocks on the river by the railroad tracks She had a sun tan line and red lipstick I worked so hard for that first kiss A heart don't forget, no a heart don't forget I said a heart don't forget something like that Oh, not something like that
Writer(s): Keith Charles Follese' Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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