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Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Guitarra
Bruce Bouton
Bruce Bouton
Steel guitar
Charlie Judge
Charlie Judge
Teclados
Chris McHugh
Chris McHugh
Batería
Eric Darken
Eric Darken
Percusión
Gary LeVox
Gary LeVox
Voz
Gordon Mote
Gordon Mote
Piano
Jay DeMarcus
Jay DeMarcus
Bajo
Joe Don Rooney
Joe Don Rooney
Guitarra
Jonathan Yudkin
Jonathan Yudkin
Mandolina
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Steel guitar
Tim Akers
Tim Akers
Teclados
Tom Bukovac
Tom Bukovac
Guitarra
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Neil Thrasher
Neil Thrasher
Letrista
Wendell Mobley
Wendell Mobley
Letrista
Michael Dulaney
Michael Dulaney
Letrista
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Ingeniería de mezcla
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Producción
Adam Ayan
Adam Ayan
Ingeniería de masterización
Christopher Rowe
Christopher Rowe
Ingeniería de edición
David Robinson
David Robinson
Asistente de ingeniería de grabación
Drew Bollman
Drew Bollman
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Greg Lawrence
Greg Lawrence
Asistente de ingeniería de grabación
Jeff Balding
Jeff Balding
Ingeniería de grabación
Mark Hagen
Mark Hagen
Ingeniería de grabación
Mills Logan
Mills Logan
Ingeniería de grabación
Rascal Flatts
Rascal Flatts
Producción
Todd Tidwell
Todd Tidwell
Asistente de ingeniería de grabación

Letra

Grandma burned the biscuits Nearly took the house down with it Now she's in assisted livin' We all knew that day would come We knew she was too gone to drive The day she parked on I-65 Found her on the shoulder, cryin' She didn't know where she was It's like her mind just quit Oh, but bring up grandpa It's like someone flipped a switch A front porch light and a blue Desota Couple of straws in a Coca-Cola You can see it all goin' down A handsome boy in army green A tear on his face, down on a knee Shaky voice, a diamond ring She'll put you in that town Tomorrow, she won't remember what she did today But just ask her about Ellsworth, Kansas, 1948 She takes out his medals A cigar box of letters Sits and scatters pictures Black and whites of days gone by We started losin' her when she lost him But to hear her carry on, you'd swear she's seventeen again Football games and leaves a'cracklin' Walkin' her home in his letter jacket You can see it all goin' down A perfect night on a front porch glider Saying goodnight for the next three hours Her tired eyes grow wide and bright When she talks about that town Tomorrow, she won't remember what she did today But just ask her about Ellsworth, Kansas, 1948 While the world is fading all around her Sharin' a sundae at the counter He's goin' on and on about her Bet she's right there right now Tomorrow, she won't remember what she did today But just ask her about Ellsworth, Kansas, 1948
Writer(s): Neil Thrasher, Michael William Dulaney, Wendell Mobley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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