Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
B. James Lowry
B. James Lowry
Guitarra acústica
Gordon Mote
Gordon Mote
Piano
J. Spivey
J. Spivey
Violín
Jeff King
Jeff King
Guitarra eléctrica
Jerry Troy Corenflos
Jerry Troy Corenflos
Guitarra eléctrica
John Barlow Jarvis
John Barlow Jarvis
Piano
Mike Brignardello
Mike Brignardello
Bajo
Mike Johnson
Mike Johnson
Dobro
Mike Rojas
Mike Rojas
Piano
Paul Leim
Paul Leim
Batería
Russell Terrell
Russell Terrell
Voces de fondo
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Luke Bryan
Luke Bryan
Autoría
Roger Murrah
Roger Murrah
Autoría
Jim McCormick
Jim McCormick
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Jeff Stevens
Jeff Stevens
Producción
Mills Logan
Mills Logan
Ingeniería de mezcla envolvente
Bryan Graban
Bryan Graban
Asistente de ingeniería de grabación
Herb Tassin
Herb Tassin
Ingeniería de grabación
Jay Fenstermaker
Jay Fenstermaker
Asistente de ingeniería de grabación
Jim DeMain
Jim DeMain
Masterización
Scott Johnson
Scott Johnson
Asistente de producción
Taylor Pollert
Taylor Pollert
Asistente de ingeniería de grabación

Letra

[Verse 1]
Down where I was born was heaven on Earth
Where Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt
The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright
We raised cotton and corn, a little cane and kids
You either lived on a farm or wished you did
And Jesus always walked close by our side
Where I grew up
We rode in trucks
[Verse 2]
There's a lot about life we learned on the bus
How to lie, how to fight, how to kiss, how to cuss
The closer we sat to the back, the smarter we got
We were poor, we were ugly, we were all best friends
Wide-eyed, baptized, and still wantin' to sin
Thank God we get more than just one shot
Where I grew up
We rode in trucks
[Bridge]
That's us hauling hay in the field with the radio on
That's us headin' straight into town when the work was done
In my mind, I can still see us now, ridin' down Buck Island Road
It wasn't that long ago
[Verse 3]
We thought tobacco and beer in a can
Was all it would take to be like our ol' man
Then I saw how it made my mama cry
It was huntin' and fishin' and football games
Then it was girls and everything changed
Fallin' in and out of love
We rode in trucks
[Bridge]
That's us with our tailgates down in the parking lot
That's us with mud on our tires when it rained a lot
In my mind, I can still see us now, ridin' down Buck Island Road
It wasn't that long ago
It's a part of my soul, yeah
It's a part of my soul
[Outro]
Down where I was born was heaven on Earth
Where Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt
The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright
Where I grew up
We rode in trucks
Written by: Jim McCormick, Luke Bryan, Roger Murrah
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