Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lewis Brice
Vocals
Dave Cohen
Keyboards
Evan Hutchings
Percussion
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Sol Littlefield
Electric Guitar
Tony Lucido
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lewis Brice
Songwriter
Luke Preston
Songwriter
Joey Hendricks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben Simonetti
Producer
Dan Davis
Recording Engineer
Dan Frizell
Mixing Engineer
Lee Brice
Executive Producer
Ted Jenson
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Dropped a couple grand on a gold band
Oh man coulda been a brand new car
Spent all my hourglass sand on her plans
All her friends hated me from the start
I shoulda known better when a text from her ex
Came through with a few red hearts
Guess she just said bucket
And she didn't leave nothing but a couple longneck lone star
Ain't nothing colder
Ain't nothing colder
Ain't nothing colder than a goodbye beer
Cooler's getting lighter
The sun's getting shiner
The high's gettin higher
While sitting right here
Sipping frost from a bottle
While the thought of her
Disappears
Ain't nothing colder than a goodbye beer
Bought a one way headed down a runway
Airplane wheels up to Mexico
Palm trees and beach chairs
Senorita salt air
Tipping back some let her go
Well if ya see her let her know
Ain't nothing colder
Ain't nothing colder
Ain't nothing colder than a goodbye beer
Cooler's getting lighter
The sun's getting shiner
High's a lil higher
While I'm sitting right here
Sippin frost from a bottle
Yeah the thought of her
Disappears
Ain't nothing colder than a goodbye beer
It don't get better than this
When that silver lining
Silver bullet hits my lips
Ain't nothing colder
Ain't nothing colder
Ain't nothing colder than a goodbye beer
Cooler's getting lighter
The sun's getting shiner
The high's getting higher
While sitting right here
Sipping frost from a bottle
Yeah the thought of her
Disappears
Ain't nothing colder than a goodbye beer
Writer(s): Luke Daniel Preston, Joey William Hendricks, Lewis Brice
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