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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Evan Felker
Evan Felker
Lead Vocals
Gabriel Pearson
Gabriel Pearson
Drums
Kyle Nix
Kyle Nix
Fiddle
RC Edwards
RC Edwards
Bass Guitar
Ryan Engleman
Ryan Engleman
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Evan Felker
Evan Felker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eric Conn
Eric Conn
Mastering Engineer
Matt Wright
Matt Wright
Engineer
Ryan Engleman
Ryan Engleman
Producer
Wes Sharon
Wes Sharon
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Lorrie laughs like she just don't care Got a red bandana and raven hair Sitting in the corner at The Mercury Cowboy killers in a plain white tee And back before the glasses and the sleeve tattoos She's just another small town kid And sure, she's gotta couple problems now But she doesn't try to keep 'em hid Her kind of loving is a little like a fist fight Alright, alright The kind of thing you never see before midnight Girl, I know you're gonna wreck this town I want you tell me where to be when the walls start falling Well, I've never seen Jimmy in that old Corvette He looks like hell, but he ain't dead yet Rough around the edges, but his clothes are clean Hayseed dressed up like James Dean And any way I play it, well, I can't get him to say it But I think that him and Lorrie were a thing Well, come now that I think about it He don't say much of anything Her kind of loving is a little like a fist fight Alright, alright The kind of thing you never see before midnight Girl, I know you're gonna wreck this town I want you tell me where to be when the walls start falling Well, it's 1 a.m., and wild and loud Like sittin' in the middle of a funnel cloud A five-spot for a shot and a beer Now, do you wonder how we wound up here I tell you friend that every now and then And it's like a money game of cut-throat pool Lorrie's talking just a little too sweet to me Jimmy's in the next bar stool Her kind of loving is a little like a fist fight Alright, alright The kind of thing you never see before midnight Well, it's throwback punks and daytime drunks And PBR's and stouts Lorrie's over by the jukebox now Dancing to the "Twist and Shout" And Jimmy's storming out the front door Lord, you'd think someone had died I ain't going anywhere at all Now, I'm about to hit my stride The kind of loving is a little like a fist fight Alright, alright The kind of thing you never see before midnight Girl, I know you're gonna wreck this town Won't you tell me where to be when the walls start falling? Girl, I know you're gonna wreck this town Won't you tell me where to be when the walls start falling? Girl, I know you're gonna wreck this town I want you tell me where to be when the walls start falling Girl, I know you're gonna wreck this town Won't you tell me where to be when the walls start falling down?
Writer(s): Evan Duane Felker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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