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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Young
Chris Young
Vocals
Jimmy Carter
Jimmy Carter
Bass
Joel Key
Joel Key
Acoustic Guitar
James Mitchell
James Mitchell
Electric Guitar
Michael Rojas
Michael Rojas
Keyboards
Lonnie Wilson
Lonnie Wilson
Drums
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Hammond Organ
Julian King
Julian King
Percussion
Kris Donegan
Kris Donegan
Acoustic Guitar
Scotty Sanders
Scotty Sanders
Steel Guitar
Wes Hightower
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Johnny Clawson
Johnny Clawson
Songwriter
Dave Fenley
Dave Fenley
Songwriter
Kyle Sturrock
Kyle Sturrock
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Young
Chris Young
Producer
Julian King
Julian King
Recording Engineer
Joel McKenney
Joel McKenney
Assistant Engineer
Adam Ayan
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
Kam Luchterhand
Kam Luchterhand
Assistant Engineer

Songteksten

Might as well be ten feet tall built of steel and twice as strong With a mind just like a wellspring full of lessons He wakes up and works while he's still able Sunday nights around that table He'll cross his calisthenics and leave the blessing He loves mama every day She still looks at him the same He's watched time keep ticking by But he don't complain Yeah, we love to sing "Forever young" And hope the trips around the sun start spinning a little slower And we're scared that if you blink your eyes your point has turned to 45 And life puts all its weight there on your shoulders But if I get half the chance to be like my old man I ain't afraid of gettin' older I got a few grades just like him The scars to show the life I've lived And I'm settling down more with every season It sure is further down the road But he still shows me where to go How to live, how to love, how to raise your own ones up Yeah, we love to sing "Forever young" And hope the trips around the sun start spinning a little slower And we're scared that if you blink your eyes your point has turned to 45 And life puts all its weight there on your shoulders But if I get half the chance to be like my old man I ain't afraid of gettin' older No, no So let those years pile up And let those clocks keep running 'Cause they don't stop for nothing anyway And that's okay Yeah, we love to sing "Forever young" And hope the trips around the sun start spinning a little slower And we're scared that if you blink your eyes your point has turned to 45 And life puts all its weight there on your shoulders But if I get half the chance to be like my old man I ain't afraid of gettin' older No, no If I get half the chance to be like my old man I ain't afraid of gettin' older
Writer(s): Dave Fenley, Kyle Sturrock, Johnny Clawson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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