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INTERPRÉTATION
Travis Tritt
Travis Tritt
Chant
Billy Joe Walker, Jr.
Billy Joe Walker, Jr.
Guitare acoustique
John Cowan
John Cowan
Chœurs
Melodie Crittenden
Melodie Crittenden
Chœurs
Andrea Zonn
Andrea Zonn
Chœurs
Mac McAnally
Mac McAnally
Guitare acoustique
Brent Mason
Brent Mason
Guitare électrique
Reggie Young
Reggie Young
Guitare électrique
Dan Dugmore
Dan Dugmore
Steel guitar
Greg Morrow
Greg Morrow
Batterie
John Barlow Jarvis
John Barlow Jarvis
Claviers
Glenn Worf
Glenn Worf
Basse
Aubrey Haynie
Aubrey Haynie
Violon folklorique
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Casey Beathard
Casey Beathard
Paroles/Composition
Teresa Boaz
Teresa Boaz
Composition
Carson Chamberlain
Carson Chamberlain
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Travis Tritt
Travis Tritt
Production
Billy Joe Walker, Jr.
Billy Joe Walker, Jr.
Production
Jason Lefan
Jason Lefan
Assistance d’ingénierie
Robert Hannon
Robert Hannon
Assistance d’ingénierie
Jesse Benfield
Jesse Benfield
Assistance d’ingénierie
Chuck Ainlay
Chuck Ainlay
Ingénierie de mixage
Steve Tillisch
Steve Tillisch
Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

He was raised on a tractor in overalls and boots Been to college and then law school since leaving his roots Came home in a Lexus, he left in a Ford Country ain't country no more. He told his daddy catch up with the times He said now a days people trade heifers online Dad ain't sealing deals with a handshake like before Country ain't country no more. No, country ain't country no more. The back forty was sold to make up for hard times Then sold by the half acre lot overnight The houses went up and the trees were cut down And there went the finest deer hunting around Lord, everyone's locking their doors 'Cause country ain't country no more. Now his dad sits in traffic looking 'round at the change Watching crews turn the county road into four lanes The old Sunday drive has turned into a chore Country ain't country no more. Lord, country ain't country no more. The back forty was sold to make up for hard times Then sold by the half acre lot overnight The houses went up and the trees were cut down And there went the finest deer hunting around Lord, everyone's locking their doors 'Cause country ain't country no more. There's no turning back And you just can't ignore That country ain't country no more. No, country ain't country no more... Country certainly isn't country anymore... Thanks to Kerry. VOTE Bush!
Writer(s): Casey Beathard, David Chamberlain, Teresa Boaz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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