Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gary Allan
Gary Allan
Lead Vocals
Greg Droman
Greg Droman
Electric Guitar
Tom Bukovac
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
Michael Rhodes
Michael Rhodes
Bass
Chad Cromwell
Chad Cromwell
Drums
CJ Udeen
CJ Udeen
Steel Guitar
John Lancaster
John Lancaster
Keyboards
David Steele
David Steele
Background Vocals
Levi Dennis
Levi Dennis
Fiddle
Jaime Hanna
Jaime Hanna
Background Vocals
Hillary Lindsey
Hillary Lindsey
Background Vocals
Dan Dougmore
Dan Dougmore
Steel Guitar
Matt Warren
Matt Warren
Harmonica
Rachel Proctor
Rachel Proctor
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brett Warren
Brett Warren
Songwriter
Brad Warren
Brad Warren
Composer
Blair Daly
Blair Daly
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gary Allan
Gary Allan
Producer
Greg Droman
Greg Droman
Mixing Engineer
Lowell Reynolds
Lowell Reynolds
Assistant Recording Engineer
Mills Logan
Mills Logan
Immersive Mixing Engineer
Williams Hank
Williams Hank
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Floatin' away like a bottle in the water
Sun down here just feels a little hotter
Burnin' away today 'cause I ain't got her no more, no more
Somethin' kinda dark about stone white beaches
Nobody here practice what they preaches
The truth is, the truth ain't worth what I'm reaching for
In the distance, I hear tequila talk
And college chicks in the parking lot
While I just lay here starin' up at God
With sand in my soul
Beer in my veins
Lettin' my hair grow in room 108
Gettin' over you, I ain't even gonna try
'Cause I'm on a roll
Fillin' up this hole
With sand in my soul
Headphones, shades, never gettin' rattled
Spent all day just building you a castle
It's okay if your back in the saddle at home, back home
I hate to say I'm glad you broke my heart
And I hate to say it isn't tearing me apart
But I love the way this tiki bar is somehow never closed
Sand in my soul
Beer in my veins
Lettin' my hair grow in room 108
Gettin' over you, I ain't even gonna try
'Cause I'm on a roll
Fillin' up this hole
With sand in my soul
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
In the distance, I hear tequila talk
And college chicks in the parking lot
While I just lay here starin' up at God
Sand in my soul
Beer in my veins
Lettin' my hair grow down to my waist
Gettin' over you, I ain't even gonna try
'Cause I'm on a roll
Fillin' up this hole
With sand in my soul
Sand in my soul
Written by: Blair Daly, Brad Warren, Brett Warren
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