Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jim Bryson
Jim Bryson
Songwriter
Stephen Carroll
Stephen Carroll
Songwriter
Jason Tait
Jason Tait
Songwriter
Greg Smith
Greg Smith
Songwriter
John Samson
John Samson
Songwriter

Songtexte

They shoot at the birds
And howl at the moon
And everybody loved it here but you
They drank through the days
'Cause the evenings end too soon
And everybody loved it here but you
No this is not no more
Like the places you were before
No this is not your version of the country
Forgettin' all the words
And singin' out of tune
And everybody loved it here but you
And no this is not no more
Like the places you were before
No this is not your kind of country
We'd scream in the sun
Pass out in the afternoon
And everybody loved it here but you
Forgettin' all the words
And singin' out of tune
And everybody loved it here but you
And everybody loved it here but you
Written by: Greg Smith, Jason Tait, Jim Bryson, John K. Samson, Stephen Carroll
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