Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bailey Zimmerman
Bailey Zimmerman
Vocals
Austin Shawn
Austin Shawn
Background Vocals
Tim Galloway
Tim Galloway
Acoustic Guitar
Andrew Peebles
Andrew Peebles
Background Vocals
Michael Rinne
Michael Rinne
Bass
Scotty Sanders
Scotty Sanders
Dobro
Justin Schipper
Justin Schipper
Pedal Steel Guitar
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bailey Zimmerman
Bailey Zimmerman
Songwriter
Austin Shawn
Austin Shawn
Songwriter
Ben Stennis
Ben Stennis
Songwriter
Lauren Hungate
Lauren Hungate
Songwriter
Michael Tyler
Michael Tyler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Austin Shawn
Austin Shawn
Producer
Jim Cooley
Jim Cooley
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Well, I was only scared of the devil and her dad So we'd park somewhere we knew they'd never look No, I've never seen nothin' like her Playing with the flame of her momma's lighter No, it wasn't very long 'fore I was hooked Heaven was a preacher's spot in that first church parking lot Hangin' onto me like the cross on a rearview does Her eyes were blue, the words were red on that half pack of cigarettes At 17 that's what hallelujah was Life wasn't heavy in the back of that Chevy Me, her, and the Holy Ghost Somethin' 'bout us, hell of a rush Fallin' in love, lightin' up them holy smokes They'd run us off but we'd come runnin' back And we'd pick up where we left off the night before She said, "How pissed off would your mama be If we walked in there and you married me?" Even if we never made it through them old wood doors Heaven was a preacher's spot in that first church parkin' lot Hangin' onto me like the cross on the rearview does Her eyes were blue, the words were red on that half pack of cigarettes At 17 that's what hallelujah was Life wasn't heavy in the back of that Chevy Me, her, and the Holy Ghost Somethin' 'bout us, hell of a rush Fallin' in love, lightin' up them holy smokes (oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) Nothin' 'bout those nights felt like sinnin' And Jesus forgives, but I can't forget when Heaven was a preacher's spot in that first church parkin' lot Hangin' onto me like the cross on the rearview does Her eyes were blue, the words were red on that half pack of cigarettes At 17 that's what hallelujah was Life wasn't heavy in the back of that Chevy Me, her, and the Holy Ghost Somethin' 'bout us, hell of a rush Fallin' in love, lightin' up them holy smokes (oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
Writer(s): Michael Tyler, Ben Merritt Stennis, Lauren Hungate, Bailey Zimmerman, Austin Rakesh Shawn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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