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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brad Paisley
Brad Paisley
Electric Guitar
Eric Darken
Eric Darken
Percussion
Kevin "Swine" Grantt
Kevin "Swine" Grantt
Bass Guitar
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Mandolin
Justin Williamson
Justin Williamson
Fiddle
Ben Sesar
Ben Sesar
Drums
Wes Hightower
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
Huck Paisley
Huck Paisley
Vocals
Mike Johnson
Mike Johnson
Dobro
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brad Paisley
Brad Paisley
Songwriter
Chris DuBois
Chris DuBois
Songwriter
Dave Turnbull
Dave Turnbull
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Rogers
Frank Rogers
Producer
Brian David Willis
Brian David Willis
Recording Engineer
Drew Bollman
Drew Bollman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Hank Hiriam Williams
Hank Hiriam Williams
Mastering Engineer
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
Rich Ramsey
Rich Ramsey
Assistant Recording Engineer
Richard Barrow
Richard Barrow
Recording Engineer
Steve Beers
Steve Beers
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I remember sayin', "I don't care either way Just as long as he or she is healthy, I'm okay" And then the doctor pointed to the corner of the screen And said, "Yo, see that thing right there? Well, you know what that means" I started wonderin' who he was gonna be And I thought, "Heaven help us if he's anything like me" He'll probably climb a tree too tall and ride his bike too fast End up every summer wearin' somethin' in a cast He's gonna throw a ball and break some glass in a window down the street He's gonna get in trouble, he's gonna get in fights I'm gonna lose my temper and some sleep It's safe to say that I'm gonna get my payback if he's anything like me I can see him right now, knees all skinned up With a magnifying glass, tryin' to melt the Tonka truck Won't he be a sight with his football helmet on? Well, that'll be his first love 'til his first love comes along He'll get his heart broke by the time he's in his teens And heaven help him if he's anything like me He'll probably stay out too late and drive his car too fast Get a speedin' ticket, he'll pay for mowin' grass He's gonna get caught skippin' class and be grounded for a week He's gonna get in trouble, we're gonna get in fights I'm gonna lose my temper and some sleep It's safe to say that I'm gonna get my payback, if he's anything like me He's gonna love me and hate me along the way The years are gonna fly by, I already dread the day He's gonna hug his momma, he's gonna shake my hand He's gonna act like he can't wait to leave But as he drives out, he'll cry his eyes out If he's anything like me There's worse folks to be like Aw, he'll be alright, if he's anything like me
Writer(s): Dave Turnbull, Brad Paisley, Charles Du Bois Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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