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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zach Bryan
Vocals
Gabe Wax
Bass
Jake Weinberg
Drums
Scott Zhang
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zach Bryan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zach Bryan
Producer
Gabe Wax
Engineer
Jake Weinberg
Engineer
Scott Zhang
Engineer
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer
Jacquire King
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Screen door cracked, with the ball game on
Man on the porch singin' baritone
Tan line leads to that gentle place
Between her collarbone and her stone-cold face
Dockhand boys all say goodbye
To the women that they swear are gonna be their wives
They'll be gone by the wintertime
And they don't wanna bother with no friend of mine
Wet, hot, American nights
Shake your body dry under coastline light
Wet, hot, American nights
We snuck our Fords to the shore and drank a bottle bone-dry
We snuck our Fords to the shore and drank a bottle bone-dry
Davey got back from his first tour
He ain't the same boy that he was before
20's too young to nearly die
American boys are a friend of mine
Delco Danny cut a deal with the dealer
That he met out at the River's Casino
He got caught countin' cards, then them spades broke his heart
Then the Point Breeze boys broke his nose
Heard Mary got that job that she wanted out of town
She was better than the sum of all of us, anyhow
She still stops by whenever she can
She's tougher than my brother with her bald left hand
Wet, hot, American nights
Shake your body off under coastline light
Wet, hot, American nights
We snuck our Fords to the shore and drank a bottle bone-dry
We snuck our Fords to the shore and drank a bottle bone-dry
Screen door cracked, put the ball game on
Man on the porch singin' baritone
Tan line leads to that gentle place
Between her collarbone and her stone-cold face
Writer(s): Zach Bryan
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