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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scotty McCreery
Scotty McCreery
Lead Vocals
Anthony Lamarchina
Anthony Lamarchina
Cello
Aubrey Haynie
Aubrey Haynie
Fiddle
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Mandolin
David Angell
David Angell
Violin
David Davidson
David Davidson
Violin
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Eric Darken
Eric Darken
Percussion
Frank Rogers
Frank Rogers
Programming
Gordon Mote
Gordon Mote
Piano
Greg Morrow
Greg Morrow
Drums
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
J.T. Corenflos
J.T. Corenflos
Electric Guitar
Jedd Hughes
Jedd Hughes
Electric Guitar
Jelly Roll Johnson
Jelly Roll Johnson
Harmonica
Jim "Moose" Brown
Jim "Moose" Brown
Piano
Jon Randall
Jon Randall
Background Vocals
Kristin Wilkinson
Kristin Wilkinson
Viola
Matthew West
Matthew West
Background Vocals
Mike Johnson
Mike Johnson
Pedal Steel Guitar
Rachel Loy
Rachel Loy
Bass
Russell Terrell
Russell Terrell
Background Vocals
Shannon Forest
Shannon Forest
Drums
Wei Tsun Chang
Wei Tsun Chang
Violin
Wes Hightower
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scotty McCreery
Scotty McCreery
Songwriter
Frank Rogers
Frank Rogers
Songwriter
busbee
busbee
Songwriter
Kristin Wilkinson
Kristin Wilkinson
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Rogers
Frank Rogers
Producer
Beau Maxwell
Beau Maxwell
Assistant Recording Engineer
Brady Barnett
Brady Barnett
Editing Engineer
Brian David Willis
Brian David Willis
Editing Engineer
Drew Bollman
Drew Bollman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Williams Hank
Williams Hank
Mastering Engineer
Justin Neibank
Justin Neibank
Mixing Engineer
Matt Rausch
Matt Rausch
Editing Engineer
Nathan Zwald
Nathan Zwald
Additional Engineer
Neal Cappellino
Neal Cappellino
Additional Engineer
Rich Ramsey
Rich Ramsey
Assistant Recording Engineer
Richard Barrow
Richard Barrow
Recording Engineer
Scotty Alexander
Scotty Alexander
Editing Engineer

Lyrics

Could be a house Could be a field Could be a parkin' lot or up on top of kill devil hill Hillbilly yacht out on the lake A rundown barn Or underneath the stars on a tailgate I don't really care about the where's and how's As long as we get there And we get started now Let's crank it up loud Let's turn the place out Let's thrown down Ain't no maybe gettin' crazy Now let's have a little fun while the night is still young Go and get you some Anybody wanna party come on let me Who's with me now? Whoa-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh Grab your girl Grab your phone Tap those fingers Ring those ringers Let everybody know Gonna make history Gonna do it right It's gonna be a don't wanna miss Everybody wished they were here with us kinda night Go until the suns comes up and shuts us down Enough of this talkin' Let's get started now Let's crank it up loud Let's turn the place out Let's thrown down Ain't no maybe gettin' crazy Now let's have a little fun while the night is still young Go and get you some Anybody wanna party come on let me Who's with me now? Whoa-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh Are you ready to ready rock Let's blow the top right off of this town If you're down with it let's get started Now Let's crank it up loud Let's turn the place out Let's thrown down Ain't no maybe gettin' crazy Now let's have a little fun while the night is still young Go and get you some Anybody wanna party come on let me Here who's with me now? Whoa-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh
Writer(s): Frank Rogers, Michael Busbee, Scotty Mccreery Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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