More songs by Luke Combs
Description
Lyricist, Lead Vocalist, Associated Performer, Composer, Producer: Luke Combs
Percussion, Drums: Jerry Roe
Bass: Steve Mackey
Electric Guitar: Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar: Sol Philcox-Littlefield
Acoustic Guitar: Todd Lombardo
Organ, Piano: Dave Cohen
Additional Engineer, Background Vocal, Percussion, Producer, Mixing Engineer, Digital Editor: Chip Matthews
Background Vocal, Producer: Jonathan Singleton
Lyricist, Composer: Dalton Dover
Composer, Lyricist: Dan Isbell
Lyricist, Composer: Reid Isbell
Recording Engineer, Digital Editor: Steve Blackmon
Assistant Recording Engineer: Chris VanOverberghe
Digital Editor: Michael Proctor
Mastering Engineer: Benny Quinn
Production Manager: Scott Johnson
Production Manager: Rose Hutcheson
A& R Director: Taylor Lindsey
A& R Director: John Johnson
Lyrics and translation
Original
She left me standin' on a porch down in Georgia
Had me beggin' yellin', "Baby, don't leave"
She had her middle finger wavin' out the window
Like she didn't give a damn about me
I'd have been better off if she took the dog and left me with nothin' to do
But head down to the bar and get a head start on healin' these heartbreak blues
I need a longneck bottle, I need a jukebox song
I need a neon angel to kickstart my movin' on
When they turn them go-home lights on
I swear they're gonna know my name
I'm 'bout to drink myself into the alcohol of fame
Hey, right around last call, they'll hang my picture on the wall
I give 'em all a barstool speech
I'll thank Jim and Jack for havin' my back
And her for walkin' out on me
I need a longneck bottle, I need a jukebox song
I need a neon angel to kickstart my movin' on
When they turn them go-home lights on
I swear they're gonna know my name
I'm 'bout to drink myself into the alcohol of fame
Well, I can see a statue of me in that parkin' lot
Smokin' a cigarette and twistin' off a top
I need a longneck bottle, I need a jukebox song
I need a neon angel to kickstart my movin' on
When they turn them go-home lights on
I swear they're gonna know my name
I'm 'bout to drink myself into the alcohol of fame
Yeah, I'll take all the credit
And she'll take all the blame
And I'm 'bout to drink myself into the alcohol of fame
I'm 'bout to drink myself into the alcohol of fame