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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cole Swindell
Cole Swindell
Lead Vocals
Jordan Schmidt
Jordan Schmidt
Programming
Michael Hardy
Michael Hardy
Background Vocals
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Alex Wright
Alex Wright
Piano
Nir Z
Nir Z
Drums
Jeff Braun
Jeff Braun
Programming
Justin Schipper
Justin Schipper
Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cole Swindell
Cole Swindell
Songwriter
Jordan Schmidt
Jordan Schmidt
Songwriter
Michael Hardy
Michael Hardy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jordan Schmidt
Jordan Schmidt
Producer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Jeff Braun
Jeff Braun
Mixing Engineer
Alyson McAnally
Alyson McAnally
Assistant Producer

Lyrics

Hey, old man, sittin' on a stool I've seen you in here for a while Your best days are now in your rearview But you still find a way to smile I know there's no secret to life It seems like you got it down to a T Got any longneck advice for a good ol' boy like me? And he said "Call your mama, see the world Get the tattoo, kiss the girl Count your blessings, thank your stars Learn your lesson, earn your scars Life's a sunset from the porch As beautiful as it is short So drink it up, but make it last, son 'Cause every beer could be your last one" Oh yeah, every beer could be your last one He ordered us both a PBR Said, "Take this with a grain of salt Life ain't like a sold-out bar We don't know when it's our last call So make "I can't" and "I regret" A couple words that you don't use And one day, you might be right here Tellin' somebody like you" "Call your mama, see the world Get the tattoo, kiss the girl Count your blessings, thank your stars Learn your lesson, earn your scars Life's a sunset from the porch As beautiful as it is short So drink it up, but make it last, son 'Cause every beer could be your last one" Oh yeah, your last one He paid his tab, then he was gone I don't know where that old man went Coulda been Heaven, coulda been home Either way, I ain't seen him since Since he said "Call your mama, see the world Get the tattoo, kiss the girl Count your blessings, thank your stars Learn your lesson, earn your scars Life's a sunset from the porch As beautiful as it is short So drink it up, but make it last, son 'Cause every beer could be your last one (you never know, no, you never know) Oh yeah, every beer could be your last one (you never know, no, you never know) (You never know, no, you never know) (you never know, no, you never know) (You never know, no, you never know) Every beer could be your last one Last one (make it last, son) Every beer could be your last one
Writer(s): Cole Swindell, Michael Hardy, Jordan Schmidt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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