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INTERPRÉTATION
Luke Combs
Luke Combs
Voix principales
Rob McNelley
Rob McNelley
Guitare électrique
Sol Philcox-Littlefield
Sol Philcox-Littlefield
Guitare électrique
Charlie Worsham
Charlie Worsham
Guitare acoustique
Billy Justineau
Billy Justineau
Piano
Greg Morrow
Greg Morrow
Batterie
Scotty Sanders
Scotty Sanders
Basse
Chip Matthews
Chip Matthews
Chœurs
Jonathan Singleton
Jonathan Singleton
Chœurs
Steve Mackey
Steve Mackey
Basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Luke Combs
Luke Combs
Paroles/Composition
Drew Parker
Drew Parker
Paroles/Composition
Robert Williford
Robert Williford
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Luke Combs
Luke Combs
Production
Chip Matthews
Chip Matthews
Ingénierie de mixage
Jonathan Singleton
Jonathan Singleton
Production
Steve Blackmon
Steve Blackmon
Ingénierie de prise de son
Zach Kuhlman
Zach Kuhlman
Assistance d’ingénierie
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation

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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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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