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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Morgan Wallen
Morgan Wallen
Vocals
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Programming
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Acoustic Guitar
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Drums
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Keyboards
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Tom Bukovac
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ashley Gorley
Ashley Gorley
Songwriter
Ryan Vojtesak
Ryan Vojtesak
Songwriter
Ernest Keith Smith
Ernest Keith Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Producer
Ally Gecewicz
Ally Gecewicz
Editing Engineer
Eivind Nordland
Eivind Nordland
Editing Engineer
Scott Cooke
Scott Cooke
Editing Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer

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If you get a little dirt on your new boots If you roll in late to work from hittin' snooze If them school boys ain't got no luck 'Cause you start turnin' your nose up At them downtown lights, 'cause they ain't your kind of view I hope the next boy that falls for you don't blame you If you roll your eyes when them other guys try to take you out on the city If you quit sippin' wine, and you start liking shooting whiskey If you start talking with a drawl and feeling all kinds of pretty If you're up to see the sun before you fall asleep Oh baby, blame it on me Baby, blame it on me If your friends start asking you what's going on 'Cause all you wanna hear is them country songs If you start takin' gravel roads and stopping off at Texacos And you wanna watch the full moon all night long, it's my fault, ha If you roll your eyes when them other guys try to take you out on the city If you quit sippin' wine, and you start liking shooting whiskey If you start talking with a drawl and feeling all kinds of pretty If you're up to see the sun before you fall asleep Oh baby, blame it on me Baby, blame it on me Forgive me if I set the bar too high With a six-pack and a bass boat fishtail slide If them weekend boys get boring, I don't mean to wreck it for you Yeah, it's my bad girl if you had the time of your life It's alright If you roll your eyes when them other guys try to take you out on the city If you quit sippin' wine, and you start liking shooting whiskey If you start talking with a drawl and feeling all kinds of pretty If you're up to see the sun before you fall asleep Oh baby, blame it on me Baby, blame it on me Baby, blame it on me Oh, blame it on Oh, blame it on Baby, blame it on me
Writer(s): Ashley Glenn Gorley, Ryan Vojtesak, Ernest Keith Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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