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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Teddy Robb
Interprète
Mark Hill
Basse
Fred Eltringham
Batterie
Ilya Toshinskiy
Banjo
Gordon Mote
Piano
Dan Dugmore
Tambour métallique
Ben Fowler
Programmation
Briana Tyson
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Brandon Ratcliff
Composition
Pete Good
Composition
AJ Babcock
Composition
Ben Foster
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Ben Fowler
Production
Shane McAnally
Production déléguée
Josh Ditty
Assistance d’ingénierie
Adam Ayan
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
My daddy used to curse that ground
But he still put the money down on a
Shotgun trailer house on the outskirts
Of a town nobody knows
Was born blessed, but I couldn't tell
I grew up fast and fought like hell to get
Out of there, anywhere
I didn't care, but I had to go
It might be a little rose-colored glasses
But it seems like every year that passes
I'm thinkin' more about way back when
I didn't know it back then but
It was heaven on dirt
Ain't no place on Earth
Like that forty acre plot
Where you talked to God 'cause your cell phone didn't work
Might not be for everyone
But that red still runs in my blood
The beer was cold, the trucks were old
The dust was gold, it was heaven on dirt
I kissed my first love in the front yard
On the hood of my first used car, had some
Good nights with some good friends
And mud tires on holy ground
I moved out and we lost touch
I didn't know you meant so much
But you don't know what you're missing when you ain't around
You don't know what you got 'til they tear it down
It was heaven on dirt
Ain't no place on Earth
Like that forty acre plot
Where you talked to God 'cause your cell phone didn't work
Might not be for everyone
But that red still runs in my blood
The beer was cold, the trucks were old
The dust was gold, it was heaven on dirt
Oh, it was heaven on dirt
It might be a little rose-colored glasses
But it seems like every year that passes
I'm thinkin' more about way back when
I didn't know it back then but
It was heaven on dirt
Ain't no place on Earth
Like that forty acre plot
Where you talked to God 'cause your cell phone didn't work
Might not be for everyone
But that red still runs in my blood
The beer was cold, the trucks were old
The dust was gold, it was heaven on dirt
Oh, it was heaven on dirt
Writer(s): Peter Christian Good, Ben Foster, Brandon Lloyd Ratcliff, Aaron James Babcock
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