Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Morgan Wallen
Morgan Wallen
Vocals
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Drums
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Tom Bukovac
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Acoustic Guitar
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matt Dragstrem
Matt Dragstrem
Songwriter
Josh Miller
Josh Miller
Songwriter
Thomas Rhett
Thomas Rhett
Songwriter
Josh Thompson
Josh Thompson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Producer
Jeff Balding
Jeff Balding
Recording Engineer
Josh Ditty
Josh Ditty
Assistant Recording Engineer
Sean R. Badum
Sean R. Badum
Assistant Recording Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Ally Gecewicz
Ally Gecewicz
Editing Engineer
Eivind Nordland
Eivind Nordland
Editing Engineer
Scott Cooke
Scott Cooke
Editing Engineer

Lyrics

You thought I'd die when you said goodbye For a minute I thought that I would And there for a while couldn't even fake a smile Even if the bad joke sounded good I went off the rails Thought hell, might as well Rock bottom was callin' my name But lookin' back now, I oughta be In the movin' on hall-of-fame It wasn't my buddies, it wasn't my mama It wasn't, no self-help how-to It wasn't old records, it wasn't old flings Or dancin' with somebody new Tequila made me crazy, cold beer wouldn't do So I whiskey'd my way over you You saw me out on a Friday downtown With a smile that came stumblin' back in Guess that killed your mood 'cause you did what you do Turned around and walked out again So pour a little more bourbon Oh, it's the only thing been workin' It wasn't my buddies, it wasn't my mama It wasn't, no self-help how-to It wasn't old records, it wasn't old flings Or dancin' with somebody new Tequila made me crazy, cold beer wouldn't do So I whiskey'd my way over you Whiskey'd my way Whiskey'd my way Oh, oh, keep the bar keep workin' Oh, oh, pour it on this hurtin' It wasn't my buddies, it wasn't my momma It wasn't, no self-help how-to It wasn't old records, and it wasn't old flings Or dancin' with somebody new Tequila made me crazy, cold beer wouldn't do So I whiskey'd my way over you Tequila didn't cut it, cold beer was no use So I whiskey'd my way over you
Writer(s): Thomas Rhett Akins, Joshua Miller, Josh Thompson, Matthew Peters Dragstrem Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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