Créditos

Artistas intérpretes
George Birge
George Birge
Intérprete
Evan Hutchings
Evan Hutchings
Batería
Rob McNelley
Rob McNelley
Guitarra eléctrica
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bajo
David Dorn
David Dorn
Teclados
Dan Dugmore
Dan Dugmore
Steel guitar con pedal
Todd Lombardo
Todd Lombardo
Guitarra acústica
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
George Birge
George Birge
Composición
Paul DiGiovanni
Paul DiGiovanni
Composición
Joe Clemmons
Joe Clemmons
Composición
Producción e ingeniería
Will Bundy
Will Bundy
Producción
Kam Luchterhand
Kam Luchterhand
Ingeniería de grabación
Buckley Miller
Buckley Miller
Ingeniería de edición
Trey Keller
Trey Keller
Ingeniería de grabación vocal
Jim Cooley
Jim Cooley
Ingeniería de mezcla
Zach Kuhlman
Zach Kuhlman
Asistente de ingeniería
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Masterización

Letra

[Intro]
(It ain't Austin)
[Verse 1]
Bet you heard I headed north, that 150 loaded down
Don't know what I'm looking for, but it all looks different now
I ain't used to the weather and they ain't used to my accent
But I've started going out and I made a couple friends
Things are looking up, I'm letting go a little bit
But no matter how comfortable I get
[Chorus]
It ain't Austin, it ain't us
It ain't three months in love, tequila-drunk in a Texas sun
It ain't front row on an ACL high
It ain't last-call kissing in the rain under 6th Street lights
Mighta met somebody new, yeah, we kinda started talking
But she ain't you and it ain't Austin
[Verse 2]
I could try to drown the memory, but I don't think I want to
'Cause it still brings up a smile thinking back to me and you
By that Guadalupe River, watching those stars dripping down
No, I don't mind it here, but all that's weird about this town
[Chorus]
Is, it ain't Austin, it ain't us
It ain't three months in love, tequila-drunk in a Texas sun
It ain't front row on an ACL high
It ain't last-call kissing in the rain under 6th Street lights
Mighta met somebody new, yeah, we kinda started talking
But she ain't you and it ain't Austin
No, it ain't Austin
[Bridge]
It wasn't forever, but, baby, it was real
And, girl, I know you're still down there, but sometimes does it feel
[Chorus]
Like it ain't Austin, it ain't us?
It ain't three months in love, tequila-drunk in a Texas sun
It ain't front row on an ACL high
It ain't last-call kissing in the rain under 6th Street lights
Mighta met somebody new, yeah, we kinda started talking
But she ain't you and it ain't Austin
Written by: George Birge, Joe Clemmons, Paul DiGiovanni
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