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INTERPRÉTATION
Dylan Scott
Dylan Scott
Chant
Alex Wright
Alex Wright
Piano
Curt Gibbs
Curt Gibbs
Guitare acoustique
Darrick Cline
Darrick Cline
Batterie
Garrett Cline
Garrett Cline
Basse
Logan Robinson
Logan Robinson
Guitare acoustique
Matt Alderman
Matt Alderman
Programmation
Scotty Sanders
Scotty Sanders
Steel guitar
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Dylan Scott
Dylan Scott
Paroles/Composition
Matthew Alderman
Matthew Alderman
Paroles/Composition
Cole Taylor
Cole Taylor
Paroles/Composition
Matt Alderman
Matt Alderman
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Curt Gibbs
Curt Gibbs
Production
Matthew Alderman
Matthew Alderman
Production
Jim Ed Norman
Jim Ed Norman
Production
Craig White
Craig White
Ingénierie de prise de son
David Bates
David Bates
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
John Denosky
John Denosky
Ingénierie de montage
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Ingénierie de mixage
Matt Alderman
Matt Alderman
Production
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

It ain't New York City And it ain't L.A. We ain't got no rooftop bars Like they do on Broadway It's just a little town square, middle of nowhere Ain't even big enough to be a map dot We ain't got a lot but we sure do a lot With the little bit that we got We got a little somethin'-somethin' we can throw on ice Find us somewhere that we can drink it while the moon's up high With your girl and your boys by a fire making noise In a field on a Friday night We got some George Strait songs that we turn up loud Livin' it up 'til the sun comes back around Who said there's nothing to do? Who said there's nothing to do? Who said there's nothing to do In this nothing-to-do town? Yeah, our way of living, no it ain't complicated Don't knock it 'til you try it, yeah, you might not hate it Around here, we work and we play, cuss and we pray And at the end of a long, hard day We got a little somethin'-somethin' we can throw on ice Find us somewhere that we can drink it while the moon's up high With your girl and your boys by a fire making noise In a field on a Friday night We got some Brooks and Dunn songs that we turn up loud Livin' it up 'til the sun comes back around Who said there's nothing to do? Who said there's nothing to do? Who said there's nothing to do In this nothing-to-do town? It's just a little town square, middle of nowhere Ain't even big enough to be a map dot We ain't got a lot but we sure do a lot With the little bit that we got We got a little somethin'-somethin' we can throw on ice Find us somewhere that we can drink it while the moon's up high With your girl and your boys, by a fire making noise In a field on a Friday night We got some Tim McGraw songs that we turn up loud Livin' it up 'til the sun comes back around Who said there's nothing to do? Who said there's nothing to do? Who said there's nothing to do In this nothing-to-do town? Our little nothing-to-do town
Writer(s): Dylan Scott Robinson, John Cole Taylor, Matt James Alderman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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