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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Caylee Hammack
Caylee Hammack
Chant
Mikey Reaves
Mikey Reaves
Programmation
Nolan Verner
Nolan Verner
Basse
Aaron Sterling
Aaron Sterling
Batterie
Carl Miner
Carl Miner
Guitare acoustique
Davis Naish
Davis Naish
Claviers
Rob McNelley
Rob McNelley
Guitare électrique
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Caylee Hammack
Caylee Hammack
Paroles/Composition
Jared Scott
Jared Scott
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Caylee Hammack
Caylee Hammack
Production
Mikey Reaves
Mikey Reaves
Production
Ryan Hewitt
Ryan Hewitt
Ingénierie de mixage
Aaron Sterling
Aaron Sterling
Ingénierie
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Hand me down dreams got me high in the rafters Homecoming queen couldn't be an outsider So there I'd sit, with a cigarette lit in a leather jacket I found a boy who was a stranger too In a one-horse town at a stable for two We had matching scars and matching tattoos Both dying to fit in Ain't that some shit We're just small-town hypocrites And that scholarship was a ship that sailed When I chose you and daddy gave me hell I made myself into someone else just to love you, damn I loved you Took all my plans and I put 'em in a box Phantom pains for the wings I lost Had me circling rings in the catalogs For seven years and you never got the hint Ain't that some shit I'm just a small-town hypocrite Swore we'd be running, running, running this town But you're just running, running, running around And I'm staring at a picket fence Wondering where the hell time went I should've been running, running, running by now But I just hang around Love shot me out like a rocket Never to return and man, I forgot it How it feels to fall from orbit and land on shifting sands I found my heart at the bottom of a bucket You said you needed space and damnit I bought it 'Till you moved in a vinyl sided double wide with a couple of her kids Ain't that some shit You're just a small-town hypocrite (Oooh, oooh, ooooh) Swore we'd be running, running, running this town But you're still running, running, running around And I'm staring at a picket fence Wondering where the hell time went I should've been running, running, running by now But I just hang around (Ooh) Now I bitch about how things turned and how they should've been The bridges that I burned and the trains I didn't catch Like a small-town hypocrite Just a small-town hypocrite
Writer(s): Caylee Anna Hammack, Jared Scott Slocum Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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