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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kenny Chesney
Kenny Chesney
Vocals
Danny Rader
Danny Rader
Acoustic Guitar
HARDY
HARDY
Background Vocals
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Nick Buda
Nick Buda
Drums
Kenny Greenberg
Kenny Greenberg
Electric Guitar
David Huff
David Huff
Programming
David Dorn
David Dorn
Synthesizer
Michael Hardy
Michael Hardy
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hunter Phelps
Hunter Phelps
Songwriter
Michael Hardy
Michael Hardy
Songwriter
Zach Abend
Zach Abend
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kenny Chesney
Kenny Chesney
Producer
Joey Salit
Joey Salit
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Taylor Chadwick
Taylor Chadwick
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Brandon Towles
Brandon Towles
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
F. Reid Shippen
F. Reid Shippen
Mixing Engineer
Buddy Cannon
Buddy Cannon
Producer
Tony Castle
Tony Castle
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Downtown looks like it's New Year's Eve Find some bar you can halfway breathe Touch tune some old deep cut Cheap Trick Got your girl singin' every word of it So you bring a couple shots of chilled Patrón To the prettiest thing that you ever hit on And somehow she ain't got a boyfriend So you make her laugh all night and then Take her home, fall in love Thank the good Lord up above That He sent one down into your arms And put a chain around your raise-hell heart You try to play it cool walking through the door But you're smiling like a fool 'cause you can't wait For them down-the-road memories you're bound to make And you will one day, take her home Gassed-up truck sittin' in the driveway In the back there's a black and a pink suitcase She can't stop saying she's freaking out You say, "Baby, you ain't got nothin' to worry about" Then you hold her hand, kiss her one time And throw it in drive And take her home, then fall in love Thank the good Lord up above That He sent one down into your arms And put a chain around your raise-hell heart You try to play it cool walking through the door But you're smiling like a fool 'cause you can't wait for Them down-the-road memories you're bound to make And you will one day, take her home (home, home) Take her home (home, home) Sometimes God draws life like a dream Paints you a seven-pound-five-ounce scene In a car seat creeping down the interstate Two young lovers that are scared to death But still can't wait To take her home, fall in love Thank the good Lord up above That He sent one down into your arms And put a chain around your raise-hell heart You try to play it cool walking through the door But you're smiling like a fool 'cause you can't wait for Them down-the-road memories you're bound to make And you will one day, take her home Take her home, take her home, take her home (home, home) Take her home Take her home, take her home, take her home (home, home)
Writer(s): Hunter Phelps, Zach Abend, Michael Hardy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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