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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Carrie Underwood
Lead Vocals
Lonnie Wilson
Drums
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Bryan Sutton
Acoustic Guitar
Neil Thrasher
Background Vocals
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
J.T. Corenflos
Electric Guitar
Steve Nathan
Keyboards
Jonathan Yudkin
Fiddle
Mike Johnson
Steel Guitar
Eric Darken
Percussion
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wendell Mobley
Songwriter
Neil Thrasher
Songwriter
Jimmy Olander
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Bright
Producer
Derek Bason
Mixing Engineer
Chris Ashburn
Assistant Engineer
Mike Boden
Assistant Engineer
Nick Holman
Assistant Engineer
Hank Hiriam Williams
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Sitting up on the roof
Sneaking a smoke by the chimney
Checking out the moon
And the city lights
He takes off his flannel shirt
And he drapes it around her shoulders
Slides up behind her and holds on tight
And she says
"I don't want this night to end
Why does it have to end?"
Tomorrow she'll be rolling down I-10
Baton Rouge, LSU
18 years in her rearview
He's got a Friday paycheck lined up down the block
At daddy's shop
It ain't much, but it's a job
They've been dreading this moment all summer long
The night before life goes on
Ooh
A tear falls off her cheek and
Right when it hits his arm, he says
"Come on baby, let's get out of here"
They take one last drive around town
And man, it already looks different
He bangs the wheel and says "life ain't fair"
And this growing up stuff man, I don't know
I just don't wanna let you go"
Tomorrow she'll be rolling down I-10
Baton Rouge, LSU
18 years in her rearview
He's got a Friday paycheck lined up down the block
At daddy's shop
It ain't much, but it's a job
They've been dreading this moment all summer long
The night before life goes on
Yeah, that's what my momma told me
And just like those kids
I didn't wanna listen to no one
Yeah, there's nothing you can do
There's nothing you can say
And I know how it feels when love goes away
Tomorrow she'll be rolling down I-10
Baton Rouge LSU
18 years in her rearview
He's got a Friday paycheck lined up down the block
At daddy's shop
It is not much, but it's a job
They've been dreading this moment all summer long
But here it is, they don't have long
The night before life goes on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Wendell Mobley, James W. Olander, Neil Thrasher
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