Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dann Huff
Electric Guitar
David Huff
Programming
Mark Wystrach
Lead Vocals
Jess Carson
Background Vocals
Laur Joamets
Electric Guitar
Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar
Paul Franklin
Steel Guitar
Cameron Duddy
Background Vocals
Charlie Judge
Wurlitzer Piano
Greg Morrow
Drums
Robbie Crowell
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shane McAnally
Songwriter
Josh Osborne
Songwriter
Mark Wystrach
Songwriter
Jess Carson
Songwriter
Cameron Duddy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dann Huff
Producer
Shane McAnally
Producer
Josh Osborne
Producer
Steve Marcantonio
Recording Engineer
Jordan Reed
Assistant Recording Engineer
Joseph Holguin
Assistant Recording Engineer
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
David Huff
Editing Engineer
Chris Small
Editing Engineer
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
Mike Griffith
Studio Personnel
Seth Morton
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
She said, "I guess there ain't no right way
For you to say goodbye again
You been looking at the highway
Where your heart has always been
I could cuss you from here to Tuscon
There ain't nothing left to say, boy"
She said "I thought that I could change you
But you were born a playboy"
So get on the stage and play boys
Let's kick out the lights tonight, get high and make noise
We might drink a little too much whiskey
We might have a little too much fun
She's already gone away, boys
If we don't go home, what difference does it make, boys?
This old world would be a dull place, boys
If it was all work and no playboys
A hundred miles outside of Houston
Third name on the marquee sign
But out here you get used to losing
Your friends, your lovers and your mind
So get on the stage and play boys
Let's kick out the lights tonight, get high, and make noise
Yeah, let's drink a little too much whiskey
Yeah, let's have a little too much fun
She's already gone away, boys
If we don't go home, what difference does it make, boys?
This old world would be a dull place, boys
If it was all work and no play, boys
(Play boys!)
Set 'em up, we'll knock 'em down
Wake up in another town
We don't know no other way
We ain't good at love
We ain't good at much
We just know how to play, hey, hey
I'm just a playboy
You can't blame me for the way that I was made boys
Yeah, I might drink a little too much whiskey
Yeah, I might have a little too much fun
She's already gone away, boys
If we don't go home, what difference does it make, boys?
This old world would be a dull place, boys
If it was all work and no playboys
Writer(s): Shane Mcanally, Josh Osborne, Mark Wystrach, Cameron Duddy, Jess Carson
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