Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matt Stell
Matt Stell
Vocals
Robert E. McNelley, II
Robert E. McNelley, II
Electric Guitar
Eric Torres
Eric Torres
Background Vocals
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Keyboards
Evan Hutchings
Evan Hutchings
Drums
Justin Ostrander
Justin Ostrander
Electric Guitar
Carl Miner
Carl Miner
Acoustic Guitar
Lee Hendricks
Lee Hendricks
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matt Stell
Matt Stell
Songwriter
Larry McCoy
Larry McCoy
Songwriter
Autumn McEntire Sizemore
Autumn McEntire Sizemore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Stell
Matt Stell
Producer
Ash Bowers
Ash Bowers
Producer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Cam Luchterhand
Cam Luchterhand
Recording Engineer
Chris Utley
Chris Utley
Recording Engineer
Eric Torres
Eric Torres
Mixing Engineer
Jim Cooley
Jim Cooley
Recording Engineer
Justin Francis
Justin Francis
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Her memory used to kill me, but I found a remedy It's a plastic cup with domestic draft and I start with two or three And when the floodgates of emotion, they slowly start to crack I mix it tall with something strong 'til I don't want her back Hit me with a shot from the top shelf I'm pouring out all of my pain I'm starting to think I'm getting good at this The more I feel the better I drink Drink, drink, line 'em up, honey I got a tab and a pocket full of money Gonna drown my heart in a whiskey rain The more I feel the better I drink Bartender, here's my license, go ahead and take my keys 'Cause it's a backsliding to missing her night and you know my routine, just Hit me with a shot from the top shelf I'm pouring out all of my pain I'm starting to think I'm getting good at this The more I feel the better I drink Drink, drink, line 'em up, honey I got a tab and a pocket full of money Gonna drown my heart in a whiskey rain The more I feel the better I drink I'm on that premium, no need for a chaser after The bartender's looking for a stepladder Bottles so high, I can't read the labels Do yourself a favor man, just leave it on the table On a roll, ain't stopping 'til the night is over A hundred dollar shot makes a thousand dollar hangover They say, you can't put a price on love But there's a price on bourbon so it's close enough Hit me with a shot from the top shelf I'm pouring out all of my pain I'm starting to think I'm getting good at this The more I feel the better I drink Drink, drink, line 'em up, honey I got a tab and a pocket full of money Gonna drown my heart in a whiskey rain The more I feel the better I drink (The deeper I go, the further I sink The more I feel the better I drink) The better I drink (The longer I stay the less I think The more I feel the better I drink) The better I drink
Writer(s): Larry Mccoy, Matthew Stell, Autumn Mcentire Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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