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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wes Bayliss
Wes Bayliss
Lead Vocals
Jason Cope
Jason Cope
Guitar
Isaac Senty
Isaac Senty
Drums
Josh Day
Josh Day
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brent Cobb
Brent Cobb
Songwriter
Aaron Raitiere
Aaron Raitiere
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ernesto Hill Olvera
Ernesto Hill Olvera
Recording Engineer
Jason Cope
Jason Cope
Producer
Jason Mott
Jason Mott
Assistant Engineer
Pete Lyman
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer
Sean R. Badum
Sean R. Badum
Assistant Engineer
Wes Bayliss
Wes Bayliss
Producer

Lyrics

Kiss your daddy Bye, he raised his daughter well If we don't leave right now atlanta will be hell It's too dang bad your mom can't come out for a hug But you know how she gets with that broomstick on that rug If we never go We will never know What's beyond these county roads There's nothing wrong with home But lovers oughta roam Without chances plans Don't make no sense at all We better run while we're still young Honey we'll be glad we did We've been dreaming of this day since we were kids And I've been moving lawns since 1998 I've finally saved enough Let's bust out of this gate If we never go We will never know What's beyond these county roads There's nothing wrong with home But lovers oughta roam Without chances plans don't make no sense at all I know is you're the only thing I've ever needed baby Please jump in this truck and ride away with me If we never go We can never know What's beyond these county roads There's nothing wrong with home But lovers oughta roam Without chances plans don't make No, if we never go We will never know What's beyond these county roads There's nothing wrong with home I read it on a tombstone Without chances plans don't make no sense at all
Writer(s): Aaron Raitiere, Brent Cobb Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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