Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
George Birge
Performer
Evan Hutchings
Drums
Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
David Dorn
Keyboards
Dan Dugmore
Pedal Steel Guitar
Todd Lombardo
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Ross
Composer
Rodney Clawson
Composer
Josh Miller
Composer
Cole Taylor
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Will Bundy
Producer
Kam Luchterhand
Recording Engineer
Buckley Miller
Editing Engineer
Trey Keller
Vocal Recording Engineer
Jim Cooley
Mixing Engineer
Zach Kuhlman
Assistant Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You're the kinda girl my mama wanted for me in her prayers
I'm the kinda guy that'd probably give your daddy nightmares
One from the country club, one from a country crowd
Said it wouldn't work, ain't it funny how
[PreChorus]
We ain't cut from the same cloth
But we lay down in the same sheets
It's hard to believe that the same God
That made you, made me
[Chorus]
It don't make sense, it don't add up
Girl, it's "what the hell" when it comes to us
I still don't get it, why'd he take a saint
Put her with a guy that's everything she ain't
Yeah, I'm a few drinks into my Tennessees
That's the only time you ever get me into these
Talks with my heart on my sleeve, but I can't lie
'Cause, girl, it's hard to believe that the same God
That made you, made me
Made you, made me
[Instrumental]
How the hell'd you end up getting tangled up in this mess?
Ones that call you crazy call me lucky in the same breath
Oh, I was sinking to the bottom like a rock
Oh, but look at rock bottom coming out on top
[Chorus]
It don't make sense, it don't add up
Girl, it's "what the hell" when it comes to us
I still don't get it, why'd he take a saint
Put her with a guy that's everything she ain't
Yeah, I'm a few drinks into my Tennessees
That's the only time you ever get me into these
Talks with my heart on my sleeve, but I can't lie
'Cause, girl, it's hard to believe that the same God
That made you, made me
Made you, made me
[Instrumental]
We ain't cut from the same cloth
But we lay down in the same sheets
It's hard to believe that the same guy
That made you, made me
[Chorus]
It don't make sense, it don't add up
Girl, it's "what the hell" when it comes to us
I still don't get it, why'd he take a saint
Put her with a guy that's everything she ain't
Yeah, I'm a few drinks into my Tennessees
That's the only time you ever get me into these
Talks with my heart on my sleeve, but I can't lie
'Cause, girl, it's hard to believe that the same God
That made you, made me
Made you, made me
Written by: Cole Taylor, Daniel Ross, Josh Miller, Rodney Clawson

