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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis Tritt
Travis Tritt
Vocals
Billy Joe Walker, Jr.
Billy Joe Walker, Jr.
Acoustic Guitar
John Cowan
John Cowan
Background Vocals
Melodie Crittenden
Melodie Crittenden
Background Vocals
Andrea Zonn
Andrea Zonn
Background Vocals
Mac McAnally
Mac McAnally
Acoustic Guitar
Brent Mason
Brent Mason
Electric Guitar
Reggie Young
Reggie Young
Electric Guitar
Dan Dugmore
Dan Dugmore
Steel Guitar
Greg Morrow
Greg Morrow
Drums
John Jarvis
John Jarvis
Keyboards
Glenn Worf
Glenn Worf
Bass
Aubrey Haynie
Aubrey Haynie
Fiddle
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Casey Beathard
Casey Beathard
Songwriter
Teresa Boaz
Teresa Boaz
Composer
Carson Chamberlain
Carson Chamberlain
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Travis Tritt
Travis Tritt
Producer
Billy Joe Walker, Jr.
Billy Joe Walker, Jr.
Producer
Jason Lefan
Jason Lefan
Assistant Engineer
Robert Hannon
Robert Hannon
Assistant Engineer
Jesse Benfield
Jesse Benfield
Assistant Engineer
Chuck Ainlay
Chuck Ainlay
Mixing Engineer
Steve Tillisch
Steve Tillisch
Recording Engineer

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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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