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Brantley Gilbert
Brantley Gilbert
Вокал
Lindsay Ell
Lindsay Ell
Вокал
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Электрогитара
Russell Terrell
Russell Terrell
Бэк-вокал
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Программирование
David Huff
David Huff
Программирование
Danny Rader
Danny Rader
Электрогитара
Tony Lucido
Tony Lucido
Бас
Charlie Judge
Charlie Judge
Клавишные инструменты
Chris McHugh
Chris McHugh
Барабаны
Cherie Oakley
Cherie Oakley
Бэк-вокал
Brock Berryhill
Brock Berryhill
Программирование
Jess Franklin
Jess Franklin
Электрогитара
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Бас
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Brantley Gilbert
Brantley Gilbert
Автор песен
Rhett Akins
Rhett Akins
Автор песен
Brock Berryhill
Brock Berryhill
Автор песен
Josh Dunne
Josh Dunne
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Продюсер
Steve Marcantonio
Steve Marcantonio
Инженер звукозаписи
Todd Tidwell
Todd Tidwell
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Russell Terrell
Russell Terrell
Инженер звукозаписи
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Миксинг-инженер
David Huff
David Huff
Инженер обработки
Chris Small
Chris Small
Инженер обработки
Adam Ayan
Adam Ayan
Мастеринг-инженер
Mike Griffith
Mike Griffith
Сотрудник студии
Mark Oakley
Mark Oakley
Инженер звукозаписи
Seth Morton
Seth Morton
Инженер звукозаписи

Слова

I can't go for a ride to clear my head Cause everything I pass puts you back in it Yeah, we're done, moving on But you can't be too far gone Cause what happens in a small town stays in a small town Every back road we've ever gone down Friday night bleachers, Sunday pews Ain't a county line mile without a memory of you Every whisper, every room I walk in Every time the bartender fills it up again Everybody knows why I'm here and you ain't around Cause what happens in a small town stays in a small town Oh, we said this goodbye was the last I guess I could leave, I could run from the past And from us, and from you But this is where I belong, this is my home too What happens in a small town stays in a small town Every back road we've ever gone down Friday night bleachers, Sunday pews Ain't a county line mile without a memory of you Every whisper, every room I walk in Every time the bartender fills it up again Everybody knows why I'm here and you ain't around Cause what happens in a small town stays in a small town Yeah, I'm still here, yeah Yeah, and every time I see that little white Jeep Yeah, and that hand-me-down Ford coming down your street You wonder if somebody's in my seat If you're moving on or you're stuck like me What happens in a small town stays in a small town Oh, yeah What happens in a small town stays in a small town Every back road we've ever gone down Friday night bleachers, Sunday pews Ain't a county line mile without a memory of you Every whisper, every room I walk in Every time the bartender fills it up again Everybody knows why I'm here and you ain't around (You ain't around) Cause what happens in a small town stays in a small town It stays in a small town It stays in a small town And I'm still here (what happens in a small town) I'm still here (Stays in a small town) I'm still here Yeah, I'm still here I'm still here
Writer(s): Rhett Akins, Josh Dunne, Brock Berryhill, Brantley Keith Gilbert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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