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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eric Church
Eric Church
Vocals
Jay Joyce
Jay Joyce
Tambourine
Jason Hall
Jason Hall
Hand Claps
Billy Justineau
Billy Justineau
Piano
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Acoustic Guitar
Charlie Worsham
Charlie Worsham
Electric Guitar
Craig Wright
Craig Wright
Drums
Driver Williams
Driver Williams
Electric Guitar
Jeff Hyde
Jeff Hyde
Acoustic Guitar
Jimmy Mansfield
Jimmy Mansfield
Hand Claps
Joanna Cotten
Joanna Cotten
Background Vocals
Lee Hendricks
Lee Hendricks
Bass
Rob McNelley
Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Church
Eric Church
Songwriter
Jeff Hyde
Jeff Hyde
Composer
Jay Joyce
Jay Joyce
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay Joyce
Jay Joyce
Producer
Jason Hall
Jason Hall
Mixing Engineer
Jimmy Mansfield
Jimmy Mansfield
Assistant Recording Engineer
Court Blankenship
Court Blankenship
Studio Personnel
Brian Snoddy
Brian Snoddy
Assistant Recording Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Jaxon Hargrove
Jaxon Hargrove
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Why the long face there Sammy? Why'd you come draggin' in here? Now sit-down boy before you hurt yourself And I'll let you bend my ear Love is a bitch, ain't it buddy? When baby turns the tables on your head I know you came in here to bring back her leaving I'll leave you with this instead I know every hole in the Clinch River And I know how to find them bass I know how to tune a six-string Martin And kick Saturday in the ass I know how to make that moon shine I know you want your sunshine back I know a whole lotta 'bout a lil' somethin', somethin' And a whole bunch of nothing 'bout that A whole bunch of nothing 'bout that Before my mind took a vacation I had a situation like you got They tell me that I had a good woman gone bad But I can't remember what I forgot Now just kick back and listen up son I'll help you get to where I am Get you going full throttle, and leanin' on the bottle And some bait in a coffee can I know every hole in the Clinch River And I know how to find them bass I know how to tune a six-string Martin And kick Saturday in the ass I know how to make that moon shine I know you want your sunshine back I know a whole lotta 'bout a lil' somethin', somethin' And a whole bunch of nothing 'bout that A whole bunch of nothing 'bout that I know where to go and you know how to get there Off you go, hit the road buzz and a pole, a wing and a prayer I know every hole in the Clinch River And I know how to find them bass I know how to tune a six-string Martin And kick Saturday in the ass Yeah, I know how to make that moon shine I know you want your sunshine back I know a whole lotta 'bout a lil' somethin', somethin' And a whole bunch of nothing 'bout that A whole bunch of nothing 'bout that Yeah, a whole bunch of nothing baby A whole bunch of nothing 'bout that Yeah, a whole bunch of nothing baby Why the long face there Sammy?
Writer(s): Jeff Hyde, Eric Church Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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