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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nathan Followill
Nathan Followill
Drums
Caleb Followill
Caleb Followill
Lead Vocals
Matthew Followill
Matthew Followill
Lead Guitar
Jared Followill
Jared Followill
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathan Followill
Nathan Followill
Songwriter
Caleb Followill
Caleb Followill
Songwriter
Angelo Petraglia
Angelo Petraglia
Songwriter
Ethan Johns
Ethan Johns
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ethan Johns
Ethan Johns
Producer
Kyle Johnson
Kyle Johnson
Assistant Engineer
Jim Niper
Jim Niper
Assistant Engineer
Miles Wilson
Miles Wilson
Assistant Engineer
Leslie Richter
Leslie Richter
Assistant Engineer
Chuck Linder
Chuck Linder
Assistant Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Ivy Skoff
Ivy Skoff
Producer

Lyrics

On my way, so it seems, blooming flowers waltz before me Rollin' numbers, passing time, got to get outside the city In the morning, all will see, just how crazy young love can be On our own away again, don't get down my darlin' I'm gonna tangle my face hair, I'm gon' tickle your daughter Three o'clock in the mornin', they all cry to me I'll be prancin' around in my high heels and your cherry red lipstick Look out your window, I'm on your street Miles away, so unclear, almost lost it in Montana Let's pull over, have us a choke I love to watch you when you're dancin' I wonder if they ever dream, they would get just what we gave them All wrapped up in field 19, chasin' stars that are fallin' I'm gonna tangle my face hair, I'm gon' tickle your daughter Three o'clock in the mornin', they all cry to me I'll be prancin' around in my high heels and your cherry red lipstick Look out your window, that's where I'll be When that train heads home They're gonna be so gone-gone, you ain't never gonna see me I'm a gone-gone, you ain't nothin' to me When they shine them streets, they're gonna find our song I'm gonna tangle my face hair, I'm gon' tickle your daughter Three o'clock in the mornin', they all cry to me I'll be prancin' around in my high heels and your cherry red lipstick Look out your window, I'm on your street I'm gonna tangle my face hair, I'm gonna tickle your daughter Three o'clock and the mornin', they all cry to me I'll be prancin' around in my high heels and your cherry red lipstick Look out your window, I'm on your street Come on I'm on your street, they all cry to me I'm on your street, they all cry to me I'm on your street, they all cry to me I'm on your street, they all cry to me I'm on your- I'm on your street, they all cry to me I'm on your street, they all cry to me
Writer(s): Angelo T. Petraglia, Ivan Nathan Followill, Anthony Caleb Followill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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