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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kip Moore
Vocals
Manny Medina
Bass
Erich Wigdahl
Drums
Dave Nassie
Electric Guitar
Rick Huckaby
Background Vocals
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
Matt Bubel
Percussion
Dave Cohen
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kip Moore
Songwriter
Manny Medina
Composer
Erich Wigdahl
Songwriter
Dave Nassie
Songwriter
Dan Couch
Songwriter
Adam Browder
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kip Moore
Producer
Dave Salley
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Faded sky, faded tan, floorboard still full of sand
Summer heat's droppin', closin' up shoppin'
Lonely boardwalk empty rides, ghosts of lovers wave goodbye
The carnival's cryin', birds all flyin', south
I take a turn on your Mama's street wishin' I could catch a peek
Of you on that front step, like "Boy are you here yet?"
But I know the truth in the lonesome sound of the choked leaves when they hit the ground
Summertime's dyin' birds all flyin', south
Well it might be over you might be gone
Might not miss me you might've moved on
But my love will still be hangin' around
When the birds fly south
I'm Passin' Burke's and that neon sign I laugh about the punch you threw that night
No you never did like her, but I never thought you'd fight her
And if I close my eyes I can feel your kiss taste the salt drippin' off your lips
But I'm brought back down to Earth by a breeze so cold it hurts
Well it might be over you might be gone
Might not miss me you might've moved on
But my love will still be hangin' around
When the birds fly south
When winter sets in
When springtime rolls back to summer again
Well it might be over you might be gone
Might not miss me you might've moved on
But my love will still be hangin' around
When the birds fly south
Writer(s): Manny Medina, Dan Couch, Adam Browder, Eric Wigdahl, Kip Christian Moore, Dave Nassie
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