Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cole Swindell
Cole Swindell
Lead Vocals
Joel Key
Joel Key
Acoustic Guitar
Michael Carter
Michael Carter
Programming
Russell Terrell
Russell Terrell
Background Vocals
Mike Wolofsky
Mike Wolofsky
Bass Guitar
Greg Morrow
Greg Morrow
Drums
Pat Buchanan
Pat Buchanan
Electric Guitar
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Keyboards
James Mitchell
James Mitchell
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ashley Gorley
Ashley Gorley
Songwriter
Mark Holman
Mark Holman
Songwriter
Michael Hardy
Michael Hardy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Palmieri
John Palmieri
Recording Engineer
Michael Carter
Michael Carter
Producer
Kam Luchterhand
Kam Luchterhand
Assistant Recording Engineer
Mills Logan
Mills Logan
Recording Engineer
Adam Ayan
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
Patrick Thrasher
Patrick Thrasher
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I was out takin' shots Throwin' down at the spot Three sheets, just me and the guys Every single Saturday night I was killin' time, crushin' cans Tryin' not to catch a tan 'Cause I was under them neon lights Every single Saturday night, yeah Everybody knew they could find me there Then right out of the blue, right out of nowhere Out of nowhere Sittin' over in the corner, baby I saw Pretty red lips workin' on a white claw Shakin' to a little. shook me all night long And I thought, "Man, what a beautiful sight" Ain't a mornin' you don't wake up in my shirt now Even holdin' hands walkin' outta church now Who'd have thought baby, lookin' back That that would be my last single Saturday night, yeah Be my last single Saturday night And now when I'm out havin' a drink or two If they see me, well they see you 'Cause girl, I got you by my side Every single Saturday night, yeah Every now and then the boys tell me they miss me Oh, but they all get it 'cause they were right there with me Yeah, with me when Sittin' over in the corner, baby I saw Pretty red lips workin' on a white claw Shakin' to a little, shook me all night long And I thought, "Man, what a beautiful sight" Ain't a mornin' you don't wake up in my shirt now Even holdin' hands walkin' outta church now Who'd have thought baby, lookin' back That that would be my last single Saturday night The last time that I'd buy a drink for a girl I'd never met before I wasn't lookin' for love when I walked through the door But damn, if I didn't find what I wasn't even lookin' for Sittin' over in the corner, baby I saw Pretty red lips workin' on a white claw Shakin' to a little, shook me all night long And I thought, "Damn, what a beautiful sight" Ain't a mornin' you don't wake up in my shirt now Look at us even picking out a church now Who'd have thought baby, lookin' back That that would be my last single Saturday night, yeah Be my last single Saturday night
Writer(s): Ashley Glenn Gorley, Mark L. Holman, Michael Wilson Hardy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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