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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chuck Shaw
Chuck Shaw
Vocals
Joel Key
Joel Key
Acoustic Guitar
Brent Mason
Brent Mason
Guitar
Evan Hutchings
Evan Hutchings
Drums
Aubrey Haynie
Aubrey Haynie
Fiddle
Darrell Toney
Darrell Toney
Background Vocals
Rodney Ingle
Rodney Ingle
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charles Shaw
Charles Shaw
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chuck Shaw
Chuck Shaw
Producer
John Nicholson
John Nicholson
Producer
Hilltop Recording Studios Nashville
Hilltop Recording Studios Nashville
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I know I ain't the kind of guy that fits your description Worn-out boots and faded jeans just ain't in your prescription Yeah my music's loud, my beard gets a little long But take a minute, sit on down and hear this song I know I don't play football; I ain't on the team But you can climb onto the seat of my old beat-up Jeep I can make you smile with a country tune 'Neath the glow of that Late Summer Moon 'Cause the rain's gone And the stars are out Got a little whiskey, and we can talk about Your hand in mine Girl that'd be just fine So we ought to Stay here all night 'Neath that Late Summer Moon Yeah I can get crazy, guess I scared your friends away They'll tell you I'm no good, keep us from doing what we should So bring 'em on out here, I'll sing my tune And show 'em what we got, in that Late Summer Moon 'Cause the rain's gone And the stars are out Got a little whiskey, and we can talk about Your hand in mine Girl that'd be just fine So we ought to Stay here all night 'Neath that Late Summer Moon And if at some point, it gets a little cold If you want me to, I can take you home 'Cause the rain's gone And the stars are out Got a little whiskey, and we can talk about Your hand in mine Girl that'd be alright So we ought to Stay here all night 'Neath that Late Summer Moon
Writer(s): Charles Shaw Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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