Description
Drums, Percussion: Aaron Sterling
Dobro: Andy Ellison
Pedal Steel Guitar: Andy Ellison
Mixer: Dave Clauss
Hammond B3 Organ: Ian Miller
Digital Editor: Lalo Guzman
Electric Guitar: Lalo Guzman
Producer: Lalo Guzman
Programming: Lalo Guzman
Masterer: Nathan Dantzler
Unknown: Rose Hutcheson
Bass, Programming, Synthesizer: Sam Martinez
Digital Editor: Sam Martinez
Electric Guitar: Sam Martinez
Producer, Recorded By: Sam Martinez
Background Vocals: Sara Haze
Unknown: Scott Johnson
Acoustic Guitar: Tim Galloway
Electric Guitar: Tim Galloway
Vocals: Tyler Braden
Writer: Allison Veltz Cruz
Writer: Lalo Guzman
Writer: Laura Veltz
Writer: Tyler Braden
Lyrics and translation
Original
Running in circles 'round a barstool track.
It's just me versus a bottle that wants you back.
And I know how this goes, at the lowest of my lows, someone says your name and that's all she wrote.
If I drink, I think of you. If I think of you, I'm gonna call.
If I call, I'm gonna want you wrapped around me.
If whiskey gets what whiskey wants, before long, you'll both be gone.
I'll be right back in a bar that's bound to drown me.
I could use a dry county.
I need a downtown without a downtown doubt.
I need to find my way around without a neon light.
The sober me is half over you, but sober just don't last.
I don't get too far taking two steps forward and one sip back.
If I drink, I think of you. If I think of you, I'm gonna call.
If I call, I'm gonna want you wrapped around me.
If whiskey gets what whiskey wants, before long, you'll both be gone, and I'll be right back in a bar that's bound to drown me.
I could use a dry county.
Running in circles 'round a barstool track.
It's just me versus a bottle that wants you back.
If I drink, I think of you. If I think of you, I'm gonna call.
If I call, I'm gonna want you wrapped around me.
If whiskey gets what whiskey wants, before long, you'll both be gone, and I'll be right back in a bar that's bound to drown me.
I could use a dry county.
I could use a dry county.
English translation
Running in circles 'round a barstool track.
It's just me versus a bottle that wants you back.
And I know how this goes, at the lowest of my lows, someone says your name and that's all she wrote.
If I drink, I think of you. If I think of you, I'm gonna call.
If I call, I'm gonna want you wrapped around me.
If whiskey gets what whiskey wants, before long, you'll both be gone.
I'll be right back in a bar that's bound to drown me.
I could use a dry county.
I need a downtown without a downtown doubt.
I need to find my way around without a neon light.
The sober me is half over you, but sober just don't last.
I don't get too far taking two steps forward and one sip back.
If I drink, I think of you. If I think of you, I'm gonna call.
If I call, I'm gonna want you wrapped around me.
If whiskey gets what whiskey wants, before long, you'll both be gone, and I'll be right back in a bar that's bound to drown me.
I could use a dry county.
Running in circles 'round a barstool track.
It's just me versus a bottle that wants you back.
If I drink, I think of you. If I think of you, I'm gonna call.
If I call, I'm gonna want you wrapped around me.
If whiskey gets what whiskey wants, before long, you'll both be gone, and I'll be right back in a bar that's bound to drown me.
I could use a dry county.
I could use a dry county.