クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dustin Lynch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ash Bowers
Songwriter
Adam Craig
Songwriter
Matthew Rogers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mickey Jack Cones
Producer
歌詞
[Verse 1]
It's a middle of nowhere, nobody comes here town
You're either born and raised and you stay, or you turn right around
Podunk, courthouse, stop light blinkin'
Four wheels, corn fields, I know what you're thinkin'
[Verse 2]
Who'd wanna live in this place?
Who'd wanna suffer the fate
Of a life spent pulling a plow through the dirt?
Who'd wanna put down roots in a blue collar suit?
We do, and a few of us know what it's worth
A little buckshot dot on a map, it might be
But it's the world to me
[Verse 3]
I know these hollers and hills and fields down to every square inch
I know every name sprayed in DuPont paint on that bridge
Had my first kiss, learned to shift gears on these back roads
All that, and all of this makes me one of those
[Verse 4]
Who'd wanna live in this place?
Who'd wanna suffer the fate
Of a life spent pulling a plow through the dirt?
Who'd wanna put down roots in a blue collar suit?
We do, and a few of us know what it's worth
A little buckshot dot on a map, it might be
Oh, but it's the world to me
[Verse 5]
It's those Friday night games, Billy's Tavern on Main
Where we grab a cold beer after a hard day's work
It's who we are through and through, from our hats to our boots
It's the truth, and we all know what it's worth
A little buckshot dot on a map, it might be
But it's the world to me
The whole world to me
Written by: Adam Craig, Ash Bowers, Matt Rogers
