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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chayce Beckham
Chayce Beckham
Lead Vocals
Ryan Gore
Ryan Gore
Programming
Chris McHugh
Chris McHugh
Drums
Craig Young
Craig Young
Bass
Gideon Klein
Gideon Klein
Acoustic Guitar
Rob McNelley
Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar
Russ Pahl
Russ Pahl
Pedal Steel Guitar
Jeff Roach
Jeff Roach
Keyboards
Jeneé Fleenor
Jeneé Fleenor
Fiddle
Trey Keller
Trey Keller
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jon Randall
Jon Randall
Songwriter
Brett James
Brett James
Songwriter
Parker McCollum
Parker McCollum
Songwriter
Lee Thomas Miller
Lee Thomas Miller
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bart Butler
Bart Butler
Producer
Ryan Gore
Ryan Gore
Mixing Engineer
Seth Morton
Seth Morton
Recording Engineer
Kam Luchterhand
Kam Luchterhand
Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Cocaine and rhinestones Down some side roads How the hell could that ever go wrong? Long-body Lincoln What was I thinkin'? Thinkin' you'd never be gone Now I'm still out here ain't seen you in two years My crazy's comin' on strong I'm gonna kick out the lights in this sleepy ass town Let the liquor take hold of my mind Take a few shots, take a few swings Put 33 holes in that Texaco sign You're damn right, I'm angry 'Cause girl, since you left me I just can't make nothin' feel right You done wound up my wild side like Waylon in '75 There ain't nothing 'round here Since you left here To keep me from going insane So I'm gonna burn out these gears Tear the tread off these wheels 'Til me losing you doesn't feel like it feels Gonna kick out the lights in this sleepy ass town Let the liquor take hold of my mind Take a few shots, take a few swings Put 33 holes in that Texaco sign You're damn right, I'm angry 'Cause girl, since you left me I just can't make nothin' feel right You done wound up my wild side like Waylon in '75 I'm all wild eyed, sunglasses inside Strung out on you Little bit shaky, pretty damn crazy Still mad at the truth I'm gonna kick out the lights in this sleepy ass town Let the liquor take hold of my mind Take a few shots, take a few swings Put 33 holes in that Texaco sign You're damn right, I'm angry 'Cause girl, since you left me I just can't make nothin' feel right You're done wound up my wild side like Waylon in '75 Yeah, you done wound up my wild side like Waylon in '75
Writer(s): Brett James, Lee Thomas Miller, Jon Randall, Parker Mccollum Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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