Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dee White
Lead Vocals
Dan Auerbach
Guitar
Dennis Crouch
Bass
Shelton Feazell
Bass
Gene "Bubba" Chrisman
Drums
Billy Sanford
Guitar
Russ Pahl
Guitar
Bobby Wood
Keyboards
Kenny Malone
Percussion
Alison Krauss
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dan Auerbach
Songwriter
David Ferguson
Songwriter
Joe Allen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dan Auerbach
Producer
David Ferguson
Co-Producer
Allen Parker
Mixing Engineer
Harold Shedd
Executive Producer
Richard Dodd
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Things meant more when I had less
That's the way it goes I guess
The more I have I must confess
The more I need
My first car was a bucket of bolts
It wouldn't go far but it sure did smoke
All them girls would laugh and joke
Then they'd hop right in
Take 'em down to the water hole
We'll all go swimming in our birthday clothes
Lord knows how I love those good old pals of mine
We've all gone our separate ways but
We'll always have those good old days
Ain't no taking those away
They're locked inside my mind
Sometimes I miss the simple stuff
Cause the road I'm on can sure get rough
When I think I've had enough
I just take it for a little spin
Of all the things I've left behind
That old car's still running fine
Ain't no hill that she can't climb
Just gotta give her the time
Take 'em down to the water hole
We'll all go swimming in our birthday clothes
Lord knows how I love those good old pals of mine
We've all gone our separate ways but
We'll always have those good old days
Ain't no taking those away
They're locked inside my mind
Take 'em down to the water hole
We'll all go swimming in our birthday clothes
Lord knows how I love those good old pals of mine
We've all gone our separate ways but
We'll always have those good old days
Ain't no taking those away
They're locked inside my mind
Writer(s): Joseph Paul Allen, Dan Auerbach, David R. Ferguson
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