Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Morgan Wallen
Morgan Wallen
Vocais
Charlie Handsome
Charlie Handsome
Programação
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Baixo
Tom Bukovac
Tom Bukovac
Guitarra elétrica
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Violão
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Teclados
Wes Hightower
Wes Hightower
Vocal de apoio
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Morgan Wallen
Morgan Wallen
Composição
Ryan Vojtesak
Ryan Vojtesak
Composição
Ashley Gorley
Ashley Gorley
Composição
Rocky Block
Rocky Block
Composição
Blake Pendergrass
Blake Pendergrass
Composição
John Byron
John Byron
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Produção
Ryan Yount
Ryan Yount
Engenharia (edição)
Charlie Handsome
Charlie Handsome
Produção
Scott Cooke
Scott Cooke
Engenharia (edição)
Matt McCartney
Matt McCartney
Engenharia (edição)
Eivind Nordland
Eivind Nordland
Engenharia (edição)
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Engenharia (masterização)

Letra

[Verse 1]
Wouldn't trade this holler for a stone cold million dollars
My green all comes blue collar and I'm all good with that
This world's been changin' but these folks 'round here, they ain't been
They all still windshield wavin' when they slow rollin' past
We could live a little higher on the hog
But I don't think that we'd be no better off
[Chorus]
Not everybody got that spot out in the forty
Some ten point buck they shot hangin' like a velvet trophy
Fridays in parkin' lots, outside of somewhere holy
Not everybody likes this kinda life but we do, don't we?
Still workin' hard like my daddy told me
Still keep it low key, still ridin' high behind them low beams
If you don't know about this nowhere, you don't know me
Not everybody thinks we got it made but we do, don't we?
[Verse 2]
It might be simple but these two lanes, they're my temple
And that river rollin' gentle wash my worries away
I used to hate it but I travelled lots of pavement
And there ain't no better places at the end of the day
So I pass the plate and thank the Lord He put me here
And pray that towns like mine don't ever disappear
[Chorus]
Not everybody got that spot out in the forty
Some ten point buck they shot hangin' like a velvet trophy
Fridays in parkin' lots, outside of somewhere holy
Not everybody likes this kinda life but we do, don't we?
Still workin' hard like my daddy told me
Still keep it low key, still ridin' high behind them low beams
If you don't know about this nowhere, you don't know me
Not everybody thinks we got it made but we do, don't we
[Chorus]
Yeah
But we do, don't we?
[Bridge]
Not everybody takes off their hat
Stands for the flag that them boys overseas got on their sleeves
Not everybody dies where they're born, takes a field full of corn
And turns it into whiskey, say it with me
Yeah we do, don't we?
[Chorus]
Not everybody got that spot out in the forty
Some ten point buck they shot hangin' like a velvet trophy
Fridays in parkin' lots, outside of somewhere holy
Not everybody likes this kinda life but we do, don't we?
Still workin' hard like my daddy told me
Still keep it low key, still ridin' high behind them low beams
If you don't know about this nowhere, you don't know me
Not everybody thinks we got it made but we do, don't we?
[Outro]
Not everybody got that spot out in the forty
But we do, don't we?
Fridays in parkin' lots, outside of somewhere holy
Not everybody likes this kind of life but we do, don't we?
Written by: Ashley Gorley, Blake Pendergrass, John Byron, Morgan Wallen, Rocky Block, Ryan Vojtesak
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