Créditos

Artistas intérpretes
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Programación
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Teclados
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Guitarra acústica
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Guitarra eléctrica
Rob Ickes
Rob Ickes
Dobro
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bajo eléctrico
Jordan Schmidt
Jordan Schmidt
Programación
Tyler Hubbard
Tyler Hubbard
Voces
Brian Kelley
Brian Kelley
Voces
Michael Hardy
Michael Hardy
Guitarra eléctrica
Nir Z
Nir Z
Batería
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Jordan Schmidt
Jordan Schmidt
Autoría
Tyler Hubbard
Tyler Hubbard
Autoría
Brian Kelley
Brian Kelley
Autoría
Michael Hardy
Michael Hardy
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
Florida Georgia Line
Florida Georgia Line
Coproducción
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Producción
Josh Ditty
Josh Ditty
Asistente de ingeniería de grabación
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Ingeniería de edición
Scott Cooke
Scott Cooke
Ingeniería de edición
Ally Gecewicz
Ally Gecewicz
Ingeniería de edición
Jeff Balding
Jeff Balding
Ingeniería de grabación
Eivind Nordland
Eivind Nordland
Ingeniería de edición
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Masterización

Letra

If you leave your doors unlocked
If your garage is your body shop
If your dog's got room to run
You might be from a small town
And if you've ever kissed a girl
Spinnin' 'round on a tilt-a-whirl
At the county fair in the summer sun
You might be from a small town
I bet you been sittin' on a John Deere tractor
Bet you been fishin' with an old cane pole
Been cow-tippin' in a big green pasture
Burned up a clutch on a red dirt road
Homegrown twist, a pinch of tobacco
Shiner Friday night, the sun settin' real slow
In the parking lot with the party crowd
Little bit of love in the truck way out
If you're pickin' up what I'm puttin' down
You might be from a small town
You might be from a small town
If you got a spot or two
Where you kick it with your high school crew
Or you drive 30 miles for a fifth of rum
You might be from a small town, yeah
I bet you been sittin' on a John Deere tractor
Bet you been fishin' with an old cane pole
Been cow-tippin' in a big green pasture
Burned up a clutch on a red dirt road
Homegrown twist, a pinch of tobacco
Shiner Friday night, the sun settin' real slow
In the parking lot with the party crowd
Little bit of love in the truck way out
If you're pickin' up what I'm puttin' down
You might be from a small town
You might be from a small town
Yeah, put the fence in the dirt, no rent paid (No rent)
What you know about church on a Wednesday? (Uh)
What you know about workin' the ten day straight
On a turn road, tryna get the bills paid?
Ever raced your truck? Ever wrecked one?
Said grace in a Mexican restaurant? (Amen)
Painted "I love you" in bright red
On a water tower, I bet
I bet you been sittin' on a John Deere tractor
Bet you been fishin' with an old cane pole
Been cow-tippin' in a big green pasture
Burned up a clutch on a red dirt road
Homegrown twist, a pinch of tobacco
Shiner Friday night, the sun settin' real slow
In the parking lot with the party crowd
Little bit of love in the truck way out
If you're pickin' up what I'm puttin' down
You might be from a small town
You might be from a small town
You might be from a small town
You might be from a small town
You might be from a small town
You might be from a small town
Written by: Becca Walls, Florida Georgia Line
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