Nabízeno v
Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Young
Vocals
Brent Mason
Electric Guitar
Aubrey Haynie
Fiddle
Biff Watson
Acoustic Guitar
Paul Franklin
Dobro
Glenn Worf
Bass
Steve Nathan
Keyboards
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
Kenny Greenberg
Electric Guitar
Eddie Bayers Jr.
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom Hambridge
Songwriter
Jeffrey Steele
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James Stroud
Producer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
David Biondolilo
Assistant Recording Engineer
David Bryan
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jake Burns
Assistant Recording Engineer
Julian King
Recording Engineer
Rich Hanson
Assistant Recording Engineer
Texty
I stumbled on a bunch of junk of mine
In a shoebox the other night
In between cleaning up files and messes
That I'd made of my life
Ticket stubs, poems and old letters
I dumped them all out on the bed
Found a homemade birthday card from mom
And this is what it said, yeah, this is what it said
Don't forget the little moments
They're the ones that mean the most
When the way home seems so far away
Take 'em out and hold them close
And take a picture with your father
'Cause one day he'll be gone
And don't forget to fill an old shoebox
Full of things to look back on, full of things to look back on
I opened up my grandpa's pocket knife
And I was back to his back porch
It was summertime I was turnin' nine
He said, "You want that knife? It's yours"
I remember runnin' off in the yard
Carved my name in every tree
I haven't held it since he passed away
And it meant the world to me
Because he meant the world to me
Don't forget the little moments
They're the ones that mean the most
When the way home seems so far away
Take 'em out and hold them close
And take a picture with your father
'Cause one day he'll be gone
And don't forget to fill an old shoebox
Full of things to look back on
Look back on, a little window to the past
Look back on, God knows life goes by so fast
If ever you should ever doubt the blessings that you've had
Don't forget the little moments
They're the ones that mean the most
When the way home seems so far away
Take 'em out and hold them close
And take a picture with your father
'Cause one day he'll be gone
And don't forget to fill an old shoebox
Full of things to look back on
I stumbled on a bunch of junk of mine
In a shoebox the other night
Writer(s): Tom Hambridge, Jeffrey Steele
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