More songs by Jordan Davis
Description
Additional Engineer, Producer, Background Vocalist: Paul DiGiovanni
Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer: Jim Cooley
Second Engineer: Zach Kuhlman
Background Vocalist, Additional Engineer: Trey Keller
Mastering Engineer: Randy Merrill
Production Coordinator: Mike Griffith
Production Coordinator: Rose Hutcheson
Composer Lyricist, Vocalist: Jordan Davis
Programmer, Composer Lyricist: Matt Dragstrem
Composer Lyricist: Chase McGill
Lyrics and translation
Original
She's voted most likely to settle down, put the pedal down on a raising young'uns life on the edge of town with a wraparound porch.
Yeah, they had it down for the kinda life out a movie scene.
Mama and Daddy's little raised up and right southern queen with a live, laugh, love sign hanging in the kitchen.
Yeah, she was gonna, but she didn't. Now she's smiling at me like it's my fault.
Dancing a hole in the floor of this hole in the wall.
Trust me, there ain't no debutante ball that's ever seen nothing like that.
Stamps on her hand and wild in her eyes with a thumb through the loop of my Levi's.
Heaven's to Betsy, Betsy ain't coming back. Get you one last look before good gone bad.
She left her halo hanging from the rearview.
I'll be damned if her wings didn't disappear too.
Right out of the clear blue, she swapped some goody two-shoes for a brand new pair of some cut loose boots.
'Cause a good girl found her a couple brand new tendencies.
'Cause a good girl bumped into me and a bottle of Tennessee. Now she's smiling at me like it's my fault.
Dancing a hole in the floor of this hole in the wall.
Trust me, there ain't no debutante ball that's ever seen nothing like that.
Stamps on her hand and wild in her eyes with a thumb through the loop of my Levi's.
Heaven's to Betsy, Betsy ain't coming back.
Get you one last look before good gone bad.
A good girl ain't gone, she just taking her night off.
'Cause it turns out a good girl's a lot better than I thought.
Yeah, she's smiling at me like it's my fault. Dancing a hole in the floor of this hole in the wall.
Trust me, there ain't no debutante ball that's ever seen nothing like that.
Stamps on her hand and wild in her eyes with a thumb through the loop of my Levi's. Heaven's to Betsy,
Betsy ain't coming back. Get you one last look before good gone bad.
Good gone bad.
Good gone bad