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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jordan Davis
Jordan Davis
Vocals
Nir Z
Nir Z
Drums
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Alex Wright
Alex Wright
Keyboards
Trey Keller
Trey Keller
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Davis
Jordan Davis
Songwriter
Josh Miller
Josh Miller
Songwriter
Josh Thompson
Josh Thompson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul DiGiovanni
Paul DiGiovanni
Producer
Jim Cooley
Jim Cooley
Mixing Engineer
Trey Keller
Trey Keller
Recording Engineer
Mike "Frog" Griffith
Mike "Frog" Griffith
Studio Personnel
Kam Luchterhand
Kam Luchterhand
Recording Engineer
Joel McKenney
Joel McKenney
Additional Engineer
Randy Merrill
Randy Merrill
Mastering Engineer

Letras

Late last night, I made up my mind Set my alarm for 5:05 Coleman full of coffee, rods in the truck Time to knock off a little tackle box dust 30 minute drive, and walk down a hill To a little piece of water where the world stands still And I still get hung up on that oak tree Throw that Texas rig you showed me Learned a lot about life, wetting a line on a muddy riverbank with you We'd talk pickup trucks to Jesus Through Redman and Bocephus You always knew how to listen and just what to say And that's what brought me out here today Instead of standing at your stone, I'm sittin' on your rock Catching up with you at your fishin' spot Well, I know there's better places And I got a nice boat at the house But floating out there, filling up a live well Ain't what today's about I can still hear you laughing now When I get hung up on that oak tree Throw that Texas rig you showed me Learned a lot about life, wetting a line on a muddy riverbank with you We'd talk pickup trucks to Jesus Through Redman and Bocephus You always knew how to listen and just what to say And that's what brought me out here today Instead of standing at your stone, I'm sittin' on your rock Catching up with you at your fishin' spot They say, there ain't a bad day fishing Yeah, and I wish that was true The only bite I've had, I missed it But there's nothing like missing you And I get hung up on that oak tree Throw that Texas rig you showed me Learned a lot about life, wetting a line on a muddy riverbank with you Talkin' pickup trucks to Jesus Through Redman and Bocephus You always knew how to listen and just what to say And that's what brought me out here today Instead of standing at your stone, I'm sittin' on your rock Catching up with you at your fishin' spot
Writer(s): Josh Thompson, Josh Miller, Jordan Davis, William L. Bundy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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