Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Dave Wilbert
Dave Wilbert
Canto
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Adam Newman Wood
Adam Newman Wood
Autoría
Bill Troy
Bill Troy
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Dave Wilbert
Dave Wilbert
Coproducción
Eddie Blount
Eddie Blount
Coproducción
Julian King
Julian King
Producción

Letra

Spent my summers in a crawfish creek, rolled up jeans and dirty bare feet
Free as the wind blowing through the leaves, at least till supper time
Yeah I was backyard Chipper Jones playing catch,
A dog's best friend with a stick to fetch
Put a thousand miles on that BMX
Man, that thing could fly
Somedays I feel these four walls closing in
Let's take it outside
Find a little room to breath
Wet a line in a stream and hope they bite
Leave it all behind
Out where the tall grass grows
Watching that sun turn gold behind the pines
You only get one life let's take it outside
Give me a good campfire or a county fair
A six-string picking on a front porch chair
The mountains or the beach baby I don't care
Just grab a cooler and lawn chair
Let's take it outside
Find a little room to breath
Wet a line in a stream and hope they bite
Leave it all behind
Out where the tall grass grows
Watching that sun turn gold behind the pines
You only get one life let's take it outside
Somedays I feel these four walls closing in
And I don't believe that's what God intends
Let's take it outside
Find a little room to breath
Wet a line in a stream and hope they bite
Leave it all behind
Out where the tall grass grows
Watching that sun turn gold behind the pines
You only get one life let's take it outside
Written by: Adam Newman Wood, Bill Troy
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out

Loading...