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Titres les plus populaires de Chris Young
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Chris Young
Chant
Eddie Bayers Jr.
Batterie
Brent Mason
Guitare électrique
Aubrey Haynie
Violon folklorique
Biff Watson
Guitare acoustique
Paul Franklin
Dobro
Glenn Worf
Basse
Steve Nathan
Claviers
Wes Hightower
Chœurs
Kenny Greenberg
Guitare électrique
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Tom Hambridge
Paroles/Composition
Jeffrey Steele
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
James Stroud
Production
Bob Ludwig
Ingénierie de mastérisation
David Biondolilo
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
David Bryan
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Jake Burns
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Julian King
Ingénierie de prise de son
Rich Hanson
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Paroles
I stumbled on a bunch of junk of mine
In a shoebox the other night
In between cleaning up files and messes
That I'd made of my life
Ticket stubs, poems and old letters
I dumped them all out on the bed
Found a homemade birthday card from mom
And this is what it said, yeah, this is what it said
Don't forget the little moments
They're the ones that mean the most
When the way home seems so far away
Take 'em out and hold them close
And take a picture with your father
'Cause one day he'll be gone
And don't forget to fill an old shoebox
Full of things to look back on, full of things to look back on
I opened up my grandpa's pocket knife
And I was back to his back porch
It was summertime I was turnin' nine
He said, "You want that knife? It's yours"
I remember runnin' off in the yard
Carved my name in every tree
I haven't held it since he passed away
And it meant the world to me
Because he meant the world to me
Don't forget the little moments
They're the ones that mean the most
When the way home seems so far away
Take 'em out and hold them close
And take a picture with your father
'Cause one day he'll be gone
And don't forget to fill an old shoebox
Full of things to look back on
Look back on, a little window to the past
Look back on, God knows life goes by so fast
If ever you should ever doubt the blessings that you've had
Don't forget the little moments
They're the ones that mean the most
When the way home seems so far away
Take 'em out and hold them close
And take a picture with your father
'Cause one day he'll be gone
And don't forget to fill an old shoebox
Full of things to look back on
I stumbled on a bunch of junk of mine
In a shoebox the other night
Writer(s): Tom Hambridge, Jeffrey Steele
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