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Heaven On Dirt (Acoustic)

Teddy Robb

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INTERPRÉTATION
Teddy Robb
Teddy Robb
Interprète
Mark Hill
Mark Hill
Basse
Fred Eltringham
Fred Eltringham
Batterie
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Banjo
Gordon Mote
Gordon Mote
Piano
Dan Dugmore
Dan Dugmore
Tambour métallique
Ben Fowler
Ben Fowler
Programmation
Briana Tyson
Briana Tyson
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Brandon Ratcliff
Brandon Ratcliff
Composition
Pete Good
Pete Good
Composition
AJ Babcock
AJ Babcock
Composition
Ben Foster
Ben Foster
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Ben Fowler
Ben Fowler
Production
Shane McAnally
Shane McAnally
Production déléguée
Josh Ditty
Josh Ditty
Assistance d’ingénierie
Adam Ayan
Adam Ayan
Ingénierie de mastérisation

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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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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