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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zach Bryan
Zach Bryan
Vocals
Zephyr Avalon
Zephyr Avalon
Bass
Lucas Ruge Jones
Lucas Ruge Jones
Fiddle
Graham Bright
Graham Bright
Electric Guitar
Steve Clark
Steve Clark
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zach Bryan
Zach Bryan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zach Bryan
Zach Bryan
Producer
Eddie Spear
Eddie Spear
Mixing Engineer
Zack Pancoast
Zack Pancoast
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

One, two, three, four Well, the buildings out in Brooklyn are taller than the clouds And I don't like who I am Sunday mornin', comin' down Tequila out in Texas is tougher on the tongue Than the devil that I met in Oklahoma when I's young I miss that old ball cap you stole from me Out in the woods around a fire in Eastern Tennessee And the beatin' that I got from them boys in Baton Rouge Was nothin' like the beatin' that I got from loving you Take me back to us then Where the time's told true And the sun does shine on a lawn chair holding you Take me back to us then Where there's a warm, warm light Radiatin' off a cheap smile Oh ma, I could die tonight And that creek we jumped in while you were shaking cold I never thought such heat would grow dry and old Takes blood and guts just to get to where we were Put on your dancing shoes, I will be him and you be her Take me back to us then Where the time's told true And the sun does shine on a lawn chair holding you Take me back to us then Where there's a warm, warm light Radiatin' off a cheap smile Oh ma, I could die tonight Take me back to us then There's a warm, warm light Radiatin' off a cheap smile Oh ma, I could die tonight
Writer(s): Zachary Lane Bryan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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