More songs by Thomas Rhett
Description
Composer Lyricist, Mixing Engineer, Producer, Additional Engineer, Background Vocalist, Drumprogrammer: Julian Bunetta
Drumprogrammer, Producer, Background Vocalist, Composer Lyricist: John Ryan
Producer: Dann Huff
Recording Engineer: Buckley Miller
Recording Second Engineer: Zach Kuhlman
Additional Engineer: Josh Reedy
Additional Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Jeff Gunnell
Mastering Engineer: Nathan Dantzler
Mastering Second Engineer: Harrison Tate
Production Coordinator: Mike "Frog" Griffith
Composer Lyricist, Vocalist: Thomas Rhett
Composer Lyricist: Jacob Kasher Hindlin
Lyrics and translation
Original
Something pretty simple 'bout an eighteen Tennessee, summer '84 was the number that
I wore under Friday lights. How could I forget that night?
If that girl was a homecoming honey, kinda small town pretty, made them dark days sunny with her emerald eyes. I thought, "Lord, I had to make her mine. "
I was about to go and crash a party with the guys, and when she called me up and said, "Can you pick me up tonight? " I put that old four
F-one-five oh ride into overdrive, like a bat out of hell with them JBLs working overtime.
Yeah, I'm high beaming down a back road, yeah, tires screaming, I'm getting close.
Trying to do the limit, but my heart doing way more than sixty-five. On that baby,
I'm coming overdrive.
On that baby, I'm coming overdrive.
I pulled up where the party was, where the Bacardi was, that was the start of us, I told you.
Got your heels stuck in the mud, I had to carry you all the way to the truck on my shoulders.
Yeah, we both smelled like bonfire smoke, took my hand and she moved in close.
She said, "I'll kiss your cheek, but I'll kiss your lips if we can go somewhere alone.
" So I put that old four F-one-five oh ride into overdrive, like a bat out of hell with them JBLs working overtime.
Yeah, I'm high beaming down a back road, yeah, tires screaming, I'm getting close.
Trying to do the limit, but my heart doing way more than sixty-five.
On that Friday night, still in overdrive.
On that Friday night, still in overdrive.
I was about to go and crash a party with the guys, and when she called me up and said, "Can you pick me up tonight? "
I put that old four F-one-five oh ride into overdrive, like a bat out of hell with them JBLs working overtime. Working overtime, yeah!
I'm high beaming down a back road, yeah, tires screaming, I'm getting close.
Trying to do the limit, but my heart doing way more than sixty-five.
On that baby, I'm coming overdrive.
On that baby, I'm coming overdrive.
I'm high beaming down a back road, yeah, tires screaming, I'm getting close, yeah.