Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zach Crowell
Zach Crowell
Programming
Josh Matheny
Josh Matheny
Dobro
Dustin Lynch
Dustin Lynch
Vocals
Luke Laird
Luke Laird
Acoustic Guitar
Aaron Sterling
Aaron Sterling
Drums
Matthew Ramsey
Matthew Ramsey
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luke Laird
Luke Laird
Songwriter
Matthew Ramsey
Matthew Ramsey
Songwriter
Rodney Clawson
Rodney Clawson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zach Crowell
Zach Crowell
Producer
Jim Cooley
Jim Cooley
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Whatever we got goin' on between us here, I don't hate it The way we're lookin' at each other, there's no takin' it back Just had to say that It's like we got the perfect Saturday night situated Let's burn the weight of the worry away without strikin' a match It feels like we've got Diamonds in our pockets Radio playing "Rocket Man" You spinnin', headlight dancin' Act like you don't give a damn That the paint on my Pontiac's faded That's got me thinkin', baby, maybe we'll make it Till the stars die, and time spreads its wings and flies And the world ain't yours and mine, like it is tonight We ain't ever gonna run down a dream unless we chase it And there's nobody I would rather be runnin' it down with than you Sittin' under this moon Whiskey in a thermos up under the seat Pass a cigarette while this little town sleeps No matter how long this lasts between me and you It'll end too soon 'Cause it feels like we've got Diamonds in our pockets Radio playing "Rocket Man" You spinnin', headlight dancin' Act like you don't give a damn That the paint on my Pontiac's faded That's got me thinkin', baby, maybe we'll make it Till the stars die, and time spreads its wings and flies And the world ain't yours and mine, like it is tonight Oh-oh, oh, oh Oh-oh, oh, oh Oh-oh, oh, oh Yeah It feels like we've got Diamonds in our pockets Radio playing "Rocket Man" You spinnin', headlight dancin' Act like you don't give a damn That the paint on my Pontiac's faded That's got me thinkin', baby, maybe we'll make it Till the stars die, and time spreads its wings and flies And the world ain't yours and mine, like it is tonight Oh-oh, oh, oh Oh-oh, oh, oh Oh-oh, oh, oh
Writer(s): Rodney Clawson, Luke Laird, Matthew Thomas Ramsey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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