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Sam Hunt - Raised On It (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sam Hunt
Sam Hunt
Vocals
Zach Crowell
Zach Crowell
Programming
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass Guitar
Chris McHugh
Chris McHugh
Drums
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Mike Durham
Mike Durham
Electric Guitar
Devin Malone
Devin Malone
Electric Guitar
Mickey Guyton
Mickey Guyton
Background Vocals
Jerry Flowers
Jerry Flowers
Electric Guitar
Russ Pahl
Russ Pahl
Pedal Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Hunt
Sam Hunt
Songwriter
Jerry Flowers
Jerry Flowers
Songwriter
Zach Crowell
Zach Crowell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zach Crowell
Zach Crowell
Producer
Shane McAnally
Shane McAnally
Producer
Ryan Gore
Ryan Gore
Recording Engineer
Billy Decker
Billy Decker
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Snap backs and levi jeans, Pbr and burnt CDs Running for the grass on the hot concrete Still working on our summer feet Cheap gas and ready ice, Trunk music and headlight fights Dodging smoke from a riverbank fire Pretty girl and a pickup line like "Hey what's your name, you know smoke follows beauty baby" We stayed up all night long Made our drinks too strong Feeling ten feet tall Ropes swinging into the water In the middle of the night Like oh-oh-oh oh oh Breaking our boots in Stompin' in the ground we grew up on Yeah, we were raised on it Worked hard and played on it We had it made on it We were born and raised on it Car wash at the custom tent Sticky quarters and pine tree scent The only sign that we ever got stuck Is the muddy chain in the back of the truck 5-1's with a 20 on top Three guard at the barber shop Duckin' from your ex at the 4 way stop Turn the music down when you're passing the cops We stayed up all night long Made our drinks too strong Feeling ten feet tall Ropes swinging into the water In the middle of the night Like oh-oh-oh oh oh Breaking our boots in Stompin' in the ground we grew up on Yeah, we were raised on it Mama's prayer and daddy's speech Front porch philosophies A Little too young and dumb to see Just what it all meant to me We stayed up all night long Made our drinks too strong Feeling ten feet tall Ropes swinging into the water In the middle of the night Like oh-oh-oh oh oh Breaking our boots in Stompin' in the ground we grew up on Yeah, we were raised on it
Writer(s): Jerry Flowers, Sam Lawry Hunt, Miller Zachery Crowell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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