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INTERPRÉTATION
Luke Combs
Voix principales
Rob McNelley
Guitare électrique
Sol Philcox-Littlefield
Guitare électrique
Charlie Worsham
Guitare acoustique
Billy Justineau
Piano
Greg Morrow
Batterie
Scotty Sanders
Basse
Chip Matthews
Chœurs
Jonathan Singleton
Chœurs
Steve Mackey
Basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Luke Combs
Paroles/Composition
Drew Parker
Paroles/Composition
Robert Williford
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Luke Combs
Production
Chip Matthews
Ingénierie de mixage
Jonathan Singleton
Production
Steve Blackmon
Ingénierie de prise de son
Zach Kuhlman
Assistance d’ingénierie
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
Someone asked me once in an interview
"What was growing up like, where'd you go to school?"
"And what would you do if you weren't doin' this?"
I'd be drivin' my first car, an old worn-out Dodge
Tryin' to make rent with a dead end job, just makin' due
With tips in a jar, my guitar and an old barstool
I'd have a Friday night crowd in the palm of my hand
Cup of brown liquor, couple buddies in a band
Singin' them same damn songs like I am now
I'd be feelin' on fire on a hardwood stage
Bright lights like lightning runnin' through my veins
At the Grand Ole Opry or a show in some no-name town
I'd still be doin' this if I wasn't doin' this
I'd still be the same guy they knew back in the day
Who was burnin' CDs just to give away
Payin' his dues if I wasn't doin' this
Five deep in a van, head full of steam
Hot on the heels of my neon dreams maybe comin' true
Livin' this life just like I was born to do
I'd have a Friday night crowd in the palm of my hand
Cup of brown liquor, couple buddies in a band
Singin' them same damn songs like I am now
I'd be feelin' on fire on a hardwood stage
Bright lights like lightning runnin' through my veins
At the Grand Ole Opry or a show in some no-name town
I'd still be doin' this if I wasn't doin' this
It ain't about the fame
It ain't about the fortune
It ain't about the name
It ain't about the glory
I guess I'm sayin' it's always been about
Having a Friday night crowd in the palm of my hand
Cup of brown liquor, couple buddies in a band
Singin' them same damn songs like I am now
I'd be feelin' on fire on a hardwood stage
Bright lights like lightning runnin' through my veins
At the Grand Ole Opry or a show in some no-name town
I'd still be doin' this if I wasn't doin' this
Someone asked me once in an interview
"What was growing up like, where'd you go to school?"
"And what would you do if you weren't doin' this?"
Writer(s): Robert Steven Williford, Drew Parker, Luke Albert Combs
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