Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Philip Mosley
Philip Mosley
Background Vocals
Greg Morrow
Greg Morrow
Drums
Jacob Lowery
Jacob Lowery
Bass
Rob McNelley
Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar
Spence Peppard
Spence Peppard
Electric Guitar
Tim Galloway
Tim Galloway
Acoustic Guitar
Justin Schipper
Justin Schipper
Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brett Tyler
Brett Tyler
Songwriter
Ross Cooperman
Ross Cooperman
Songwriter
Michael Hardy
Michael Hardy
Songwriter
Kolby Cooper
Kolby Cooper
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Philip Mosley
Philip Mosley
Producer
Joel McKenney
Joel McKenney
Engineer
Joey Stanca
Joey Stanca
Engineer
Jim Cooley
Jim Cooley
Engineer
Frank Gagliardi
Frank Gagliardi
Engineer
Drew Bollman
Drew Bollman
Engineer

Lyrics

The door slammin' like the sound of thunder Tear drops fallin' like rain This galvanized roof that we're under Feels more like a Texas plain We could run for cover, just say we hate each other But that's just gonna keep us in the radar red If I know one thing about, the system in the south It's bound to blow through, so, baby, instead, let's Board up the door to the bedroom Raise some hell, put a wreckin' ball dent in my pride Throw a wine bottle, let me send it full throttle Likе it's caught in a cyclone Baby, let's ride this out, gеt it all out Makin' words that hurt, shake the whole damn house It's darkest 'fore the light, girl, ain't you tired of runnin'? Hold on tight 'cause a storm's comin' Yeah, baby, what we got is the real deal We both know we're somethin' worth fightin' for Girl, our love's like an Amaretto wheat field Time for an overdue downpour, so, let's Board up the door to the bedroom Raise some hell, put a wreckin' ball dent in my pride Throw a wine bottle, let me send it full throttle Likе it's caught in a cyclone Baby, let's ride this out, gеt it all out Makin' words that hurt, shake the whole damn house It's darkest 'fore the light, girl, ain't you tired of runnin'? Hold on tight 'cause a storm's comin', yeah Countin' seconds 'tween the lightin' and the thunder It's probably gonna be one we'll never forget But we'll wake up in the mornin' to a blue sky With your skin on my skin, so tonight, let's Board up the door to the bedroom Raise some hell, put a wreckin' ball dent in my pride Throw a wine bottle, let me send it full throttle Like it's caught in a cyclone Baby, let's ride this out, get it all out Makin' words that hurt, shake the whole damn house It's darkest 'fore the light, girl, ain't you tired of runnin'? Hold on tight 'cause a storm's comin' Baby, hold on tight 'cause a storm's comin'
Writer(s): Michael Hardy, Ross Copperman, Kolby Cooper, Brett Tyler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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