Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Russell Dickerson
Russell Dickerson
Voz principal
Casey Brown
Casey Brown
Voces de fondo
Josh Reedy
Josh Reedy
Voces de fondo
Natalie Brown
Natalie Brown
Voces de fondo
David Huff
David Huff
Programación
Rob McNelley
Rob McNelley
Guitarra eléctrica
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bajo
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Guitarra acústica
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Batería
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Steel guitar
Charlie Judge
Charlie Judge
Teclados
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Russell Dickerson
Russell Dickerson
Letrista
Casey Brown
Casey Brown
Letrista
Lori McKenna
Lori McKenna
Letrista
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Russell Dickerson
Russell Dickerson
Producción
Casey Brown
Casey Brown
Producción
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Producción
Buckley Miller
Buckley Miller
Ingeniería de grabación
Sean Moffitt
Sean Moffitt
Ingeniería de mezcla
Zach Kuhlman
Zach Kuhlman
Asistente de ingeniería
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Ingeniería de masterización
Mike "Frog" Griffith
Mike "Frog" Griffith
Producción adicional
Jesse Brock
Jesse Brock
Asistente de ingeniería
David Huff
David Huff
Producción

Letra

You don't cry when raise your hands in church But you'll act tough when those sticks and stones and heartbreaks hurt Be your shoulder to lean on and honest when you need some With a smile that can light up a room Just like your mama, no bull and no drama You'll know who you are, and you'll know who you ain't You'll stand on what you believe, golden heart on your sleeve You won't let this world take your shine away In the mirror, might just look like me But deep down, boy, I pray you'll be just like your mama, hmm You might steal a sip of Crown from your old man's cabinet You feel cool and then guilty that you ever had it You'll never meet a stranger and be proud of where you came from Steady as a Midwest summer sky Just like your mama, no bull and no drama You'll know who you are, and you'll know who you ain't You'll stand on what you believe, golden heart on your sleeve You won't let this world take your shine away In the mirror, it might just look like me But deep down, boy, I pray you'll be just like your mama Yeah, you'll laugh at all my stupid jokes And stop at Sonic for a cherry coke And always get your way with those blue eyes Just like your mama, oh Just like your mama, no bull and no drama You'll know who you are, and you'll know who you ain't You'll stand on what you believe, golden heart on your sleeve You won't let this world take your shine away In the mirror, it might just look like me Baby boy, I can already see, you're better than my wildest dreams Just like your mama, just like your mama Mama Mama Dada Dada Buddy, buddy, buddy, buddy, buddy Bubba Wove you
Writer(s): Casey Brown, Lorraine Ann Mckenna, Russell Edward Dickerson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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