Description
Producer: Alex Torrez
Assistant Mixer: Annie Petrik
Digital Editor: Brandon Bell
Mixer, Recorded By: Brandon Bell
Vocals: Braxton Keith
Producer: David Dorn
Masterer: Eric Conn
Acoustic Guitar: Ilya Toshinskiy
Drums: Jerry Roe
Unknown: Rose Hutcheson
Pedal Steel Guitar: Rusty Danmyer
Unknown: Scott Johnson
Recording Assistant: Skyler Chuckry
Electric Guitar: Sol Philcox-Littlefield
Bass: Tim Denbo
Background Vocals: Troy Johnson
Writer: Braxton Keith
Writer: Liz Rose
Writer: Phil O'Donnell
Lyrics and translation
Original
You say you got them boots in Paris, and your cousin's with George Jones.
Now drinking is against your religion, but that wine is just an act of when in Rome.
You say you're saving yourself for marriage, and your daddy, he's a movie star.
Well, I'm Billy Graham, honey, I own this bar.
Talking lock, stock, and barrel, a hardwood floor to neon lights.
Girl, if we ain't careful, we could go to hell for lying.
Now, you swear you've never been here, ain't never heard no steel guitar.
Well, I'm George Strait, and honey, I own this bar. Aw!
They say tonight it's your birthday, you just turned twenty-two.
You were supposed to be hanging with Beyoncé, but she came down with the daggum flu.
Said you were born and raised in the city, but you're a real cowgirl at heart.
Well, I'm John Wayne, and honey, I own this bar.
Talking lock, stock, and barrel, a hardwood floor to neon lights.
Girl, if we ain't careful, we could go to hell for lying.
Now, you swear you've never been here, that Maserati out back is your car. Well, I'm Dale Earnhardt, and honey,
I own this bar.
We ain't ever gonna get together, 'cause you can't BS a BS'er.
You know it's all in good fun, ain't no damage done. We're just two honky-tonk birds of a feather.
Ah!
Now, you say you're so mad 'cause you can't pay your tab.
Somebody stole your credit card.
Drinks are on me, I'm Braxton Key. Honey,
I own this bar!
You want another one?