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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gary Allan
Gary Allan
Lead Vocals
Kenny Greenberg
Kenny Greenberg
Electric Guitar
Perry Coleman
Perry Coleman
Background Vocals
Brent Rowan
Brent Rowan
Electric Guitar
Chad Cromwell
Chad Cromwell
Drums
Jake Kelly
Jake Kelly
Acoustic Guitar
John Willis
John Willis
Acoustic Guitar
Michael Rhodes
Michael Rhodes
Bass Guitar
Steve Nathan
Steve Nathan
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Casey Beathard
Casey Beathard
Songwriter
Ed Hill
Ed Hill
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gary Allan
Gary Allan
Producer
Mark Wright
Mark Wright
Producer
Greg Droman
Greg Droman
Mixing Engineer
Todd Gunnerson
Todd Gunnerson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Sang Park
Sang Park
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Hank Hiriam Williams
Hank Hiriam Williams
Mastering Engineer
Steve Beers
Steve Beers
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

She was cool, she was hot, she was smokin' a lot At the end of the bar She had more than one too many buttons undone On that blouse she wore Starin' too long at her lost in that Skynyrd song Was his first mistake And when she shot him that, "Boy you dont want none of this" look It was way too late She's like a needle to a junky, she's like whiskey to a drunk She's like poker to a gambler, she's like a bullet in a gun She's in his blood, he can't explain the rush When he gest with her Might be the death of him, but he's addicted, man He can't quit her Well, she'd come to his house and he'd tell her She belonged just with him She'd get up, she'd get dressed, take five hundred no less And then leave again He said, "Baby, I'll take care of you Can't stand the thought of sharin' you, with them other guys" She laughed and said, "Well, maybe you shouldn't call me no more then baby" And he didn't, that first night She's like a needle to a junky, she's like whiskey to a drunk She's like poker to a gambler, she's like a bullet in a gun She's in his blood, he can't explain the rush When he gets with her Might be the death of him, but he's addicted, man He can't quit her She was cool, she was hot, she was walkin' cross the parkin lot With some other guy Well, he was jealous, he was jonsin' And he wound up on the wrong end of a fourty-five
Writer(s): Casey Michael Beathard, Edward Monroe Hill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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