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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brent Mason
Electric Guitar
Bryan Sutton
Acoustic Guitar
Dan Dugmore
Pedal Steel Guitar
Dave Cohen
Hammond Organ
ERNEST
Vocals
Jerry Roe
Drums
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Larry Franklin
Fiddle
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ernest Keith Smith
Songwriter
Brad Clawson
Songwriter
Rafe Tenpenny
Songwriter
Dallas Wilson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joey Moi
Producer
Joey Stanca
Assistant Recording Engineer
Josh Ditty
Recording Engineer
Olle Romo
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Yount
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I thought there might be a genie
In the bottom of this bottle
But there ain't
I learned the hard way
Thought I could click these boots together
That'd take me back to better weather
When I had you and we had everything
So I'll just close my eyes
Find that sweet escape
To where that neon never turns to dawn
House band plays our favorite songs
And we always got the dance floor to ourselves
Bartenders know us by our names
Don't ask or charge us for our drinks
Well whiskey works just like a wishing well
There ain't no last calls
Ain't no last dance
Ain't no goodbyes
Ain't no chance I'll have to come back
To this heart broke lonely Hell
That's my honkytonk fairytale
I wish this dusty rug was a magic carpet
Take me back to where we started
That little bar off of eighteenth avenue
Sometimes I swear I hear you in the wind
You say you're coming back again
But it's only ever in my mind
So I close my eyes
And chase the light
To where that neon never turns to dawn
House band plays our favorite songs
And we always got the dance floor to ourselves
Bartenders know us by our names
Don't ask or charge us for our drinks
Well whiskey works just like a wishing well
There ain't no last calls
Ain't no last dance
Ain't no goodbyes
Ain't no chance I'll have to come back
To this heart broke lonely Hell
That's my honkytonk fairytale
If I drink all this bourbon
It'll either stop the hurtin'
Or I'll get to stay forever there this time
Where the neon never turns to dawn
House band plays them Whitley songs
And we always got the dance floor to ourselves
Bartenders know us by our names
Don't ask or charge us for our drinks
Well whiskey works just like a wishing well
There ain't no last calls
Ain't no last dance
Ain't no goodbyes
Ain't no chance I'll have to come back
To this heart broke lonely Hell
That's my honkytonk fairytale
Mmm my honkytonk fairytale
Writer(s): Rafe Tenpenny, Ernest Keith Smith, Dallas Wilson, Brad Clawson
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