Top Songs By Scotty McCreery
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scotty McCreery
Vocals
Anthony Lamarchina
Cello
Betsy Lamb
Viola
Brent Mason
Electric Guitar
Carol Neuen Rabinowitz
Cello
Cathy Umstead
Violin
Charlie Judge
Synthesiser
Conni Ellisor
Violin
David Angell
Violin
Eric Darken
Percussion
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Janet Darnall
Violin
Jim Grosjean
Viola
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Jimmy Nichols
Piano
Julie Tanner
Cello
Karen Winkelmann
Violin
Kris Wilkinson
Viola
Kristina Seimer
Violin
Mary Kathryn Vanosdale
Violin
Mike Johnson
Steel Guitar
Monisa Angell
Viola
Pam Sixfin
Violin
Paul Leim
Drums
Perry Coleman
Background Vocals
Stefan Petrescu
Violin
The Nashville String Machine
String Ensemble
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Tompkins
Songwriter
Phillip R. White
Songwriter
Mark Bright
String Arranger
Charlie Judge
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Bright
Producer
Lyrics
The trouble with girls is they're a mystery
Something about 'em puzzles me
Spent my whole life tryna figure out
Just what them girls are all about
The trouble with girls is they're so dang pretty
Everything about 'em does something to me
But I guess that's the way it's supposed to be
And they smile that smile
And they bat those eyes
They steal you with hello
They kill you with goodbye
They hook you with one touch
And you can't break free
Yeah, the trouble with girls
Is nobody loves trouble as much as me
They're sugar and spice, and angel wings
They're hell on wheels in tight, blue jeans
A summer night, down by the lake
An old memory that you can't shake
They're hard to find, yet there's so many of 'em
The way that you hate that you already love 'em
But I guess that's the way it's supposed to be
And they smile that smile
And they bat those eyes
They steal you with hello
They kill you with goodbye
They hook you with one touch
And you can't break free
Yeah, the trouble with girls
Is nobody loves trouble as much as me
The way they hold you out on the dance floor
The way they ride in the middle of your truck
The way they give you a kiss at the front door
Leave you wishing you could've gone up
And just as you walk away
You hear that sweet voice say, "Stay"
They smile that smile
And they bat those eyes
They steal you with hello
They kill you with goodbye
They're the perfect drug
And I can't break free
Yeah, the trouble with girls
Is nobody loves trouble as much as me
Writer(s): Christopher G. Tompkins, Phillip Brian White
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