Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Corey Wise
Performer
Anderson Daniels
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathan Justis
Songwriter
Taylor Baynum
Songwriter
Corey Wise
Songwriter
Testi
We’ve all got a coffee shop on a corner lot
Where the old men shoot the shit
And a ball field by the river
Where them young boys learn to hit
And that old church pew
You’ve seen a time or two
Lord knows you could show up more
If you’re right by the city lights or near a county line
I know one things for sure
There’s a girl you knew but never got to know
A stop sign that outta say just go
And a tender at the bar, who pours em strong for a broken heart
A road of dirt on the edge of town
Where some got lost and some got found
There’s Sunday barbeque on a setting sun
And every map dots got one
We’ve all got a station, playin Waylon
Turned on when we’re turnin up
Buncha Busch lights layin round a bonfire couple ole boys a little too young
And that old high school
You barely made it through
But got out with some lifelong friends
Get together at the tavern
For happy hour
And talk about back when
There was a girl you knew but never got to know
A stop sign that outta say just go
And a tender at the bar, who pours them strong for a broken heart
A road of dirt on the edge of town
Where some got lost and some got found
There’s Sunday barbeque on a setting sun
And every map dots got one
From the smokeys to rockies
From the North Woods to the south
From the beach town on the east coast
To where we’re at right now
There’s a girl you knew but never got to know
A stop sign that outta say just go
And a tender at the bar, who pours em strong on a friday night
A road of dirt on the edge of town
Where some got lost and some got found
A Sunday barbecue on a setting sun
Some will stay and some are gonna run
But every map dots got one
Written by: Corey Wise, Nathan Justis, Taylor Baynum