Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Howell
Drums
Dane Goodwin
Banjo
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Brent Underwood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Al Jacob
Mixing Engineer
Joey Diehl
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Wish 'n the work away
Till it's Saturday
Next week's hiding around the corner trying to steel it away
Meet with the boys
Rush to the beach
Cause there's a lot of pretty girls down there we need to meet
Why can't these days
Last forever
We don't care
If that's your daughter
We don't care
Cause we're at the beach
And we're smiling in the sun
Drink a little whiskey
The moon's coming up
Time to get a little risky
We don't care
If that's your daughter
Cause she's coming with me
Coming with me
Coming with me
Coming with me
Night moves in
Let the fun begin
We're all dressed up and the club just let us in
We don't dance
But the pretty girls do
Have a drinks at the bar and maybe take a shot or two
Or 3 or 4
Got kicked out lets drinks some more
We don't care
If that's your daughter
We don't care
Cause we're at the beach
Only liven for the fun
Drink a lot of whiskey
The bottle's going up
Time to get a little tipsy
We don't care
If that's your daughter
Cause she's coming with me
Myrtle Beach can make you famous
Lord please.. help us find
Our hotel room tonight
We don't care
If that's your daughter
We don't care
Cause we're at the beach
And her father's coming son
Drank up all our whiskey
The sun is coming
Time to kiss ya till ya miss me
We don't care
If that's your daughter
No no
We don't care
If that's your daughter
No but
Now we care
Cause I have a daughter
And she's coming with me
Written by: Michael Brent Underwood