Видео

Видео

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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Riley Green
Riley Green
Ведущий вокал
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Акустическая гитара
Russell Terrell
Russell Terrell
Бэк-вокал
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Программирование
Danny Rader
Danny Rader
Акустическая гитара
Rob McNelley
Rob McNelley
Электрогитара
Dan Dugmore
Dan Dugmore
Стил-гитара
Stuart Duncan
Stuart Duncan
Фидель
Mike Brignardello
Mike Brignardello
Бас-гитара
Charlie Judge
Charlie Judge
Орган Хаммонда
Chris McHugh
Chris McHugh
Барабаны
David Huff
David Huff
Программирование
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Riley Green
Riley Green
Автор песен
Erik Dylan
Erik Dylan
Автор песен
Randy Montana
Randy Montana
Автор песен
Erik Dylan Anderson
Erik Dylan Anderson
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Продюсер
Steve Marcantonio
Steve Marcantonio
Инженер звукозаписи
Michael Walter
Michael Walter
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Russell Terrell
Russell Terrell
Инженер звукозаписи
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Миксинг-инженер
Chris Small
Chris Small
Инженер обработки
Adam Ayan
Adam Ayan
Мастеринг-инженер
David Huff
David Huff
Инженер обработки
Sean R. Badum
Sean R. Badum
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи

Слова

[Verse 1]
Why would any teenage boy cut grass?
Sweat all summer, savin' cash
Dream about turnin' heads downtown
With straight pipes on a hand-me-down
And how would anybody's daddy get around?
To mend the fences and feed the cows
Where the hell would a small town girl climb up?
If it wasn't for trucks
[Verse 2]
And where would I've raised all that hell?
And talked to God all by myself
How would I've got to Tennessee?
Without a bucket seat?
Where was I supposed to cry that July day granddaddy died?
Or haul that deer, drank that beer
Fell in and out of love
If it wasn't for trucks
[Verse 3]
Where would I've first heard Merle?
Got the nerve to kiss a green eyed girl?
Where would old dogs ride?
And where would life fly by?
[Verse 4]
And where would I've raised all that hell?
And talked to God all by myself
How would I've got to Tennessee?
Without a bucket seat?
Where was I supposed to cry that July day granddaddy died?
Or haul that deer, drank that beer
Fell in and out of love
If it wasn't for trucks
[Verse 5]
Yeah, if it wasn't for trucks
[Verse 6]
I wouldn't be who I am today
If it wasn't for a short bed Chevrolet
[Verse 7]
Where would I've raised all that hell?
And talked to God all by myself
How would I've got to Tennessee?
And where would I be?
Where was I supposed to cry that July day granddaddy died?
Or haul that deer, drank that beer
Fell in and out of love
If it wasn't for trucks
[Verse 8]
Yeah, if it wasn't for trucks
Written by: Erik Dylan, Randy Montana, Riley Green
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