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Taylor Phillips - Good Out Here (feat. Upchurch) (Official Audio)
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Taylor Phillips
Taylor Phillips
Исполнитель
Upchurch
Upchurch
Исполнитель
Brock Berryhill
Brock Berryhill
Исполнитель
Ashley Gorley
Ashley Gorley
Исполнитель
Will Weatherly
Will Weatherly
Исполнитель
Matt McGinn
Matt McGinn
Исполнитель
Michael Ray
Michael Ray
Исполнитель
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Taylor Phillips
Taylor Phillips
Автор песен
Upchurch
Upchurch
Автор песен
Will Weatherly
Will Weatherly
Автор песен
Matt McGinn
Matt McGinn
Автор песен
Michael Ray
Michael Ray
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Brock Berryhill
Brock Berryhill
Продюсер
Ashley Gorley
Ashley Gorley
Продюсер

Слова

Some people talk down 'bout being a small town Born and raised out in the middle of nowhere They think we're missing out, but we ain't missing out But they never took an old back road Out wear the black top ends and the green grass grows Where that home team wins and the world turns slow Where that red dirt-dirt makes some roots run deep If they did they know why we never leave 'Cause we set the nights on fire Burn 'em down 'til the sun comes up We a bunch of party all nighters Raisin' hell like we raise them cups We got that mud on our trucks, we got them jars of clear We got them good old boys whippin' 'em old John Deeres We got that under control We got that high school beer We got them country girls, yeah, we good out here We rocking work boots up in them church pews Grew up on King George and King James Yeah we huntin' fish, man that's just how it is Some things ain't ever gonna change 'Cause we set the nights on fire Burn 'em down 'til the sun comes up We a bunch of party all nighters Raisin' hell like we raise them cups We got that mud on our trucks, we got them jars of clear We got them good old boys whippin' 'em old John Deeres We got that under control We got that high school beer We got them country girls, yeah, we good out here Ain't no camera 'less it's strapped to a tree Looking at some white tail munching clover leaves And the floorboards muddy, in that Silverado Looking like a whole pastor everywhere that I roll Ain't nothing like living in what I sing Church pews, barstools and a river sink Yeah, I'm proud to have a little dust on my night Take the big city life and light it up in flames 'Cause we set the nights on fire Burn 'em down 'til the sun comes up We a bunch of party all nighters Raisin' hell like we raise them cups We got that mud on our trucks, we got them jars of clear We got them good old boys whippin' 'em old John Deeres We got that under control We got that high school beer We got them country girls, yeah, we good out here We good out here, yeah Upchurch tell 'em dog Yeah, we good out here
Writer(s): Matt Mcginn, William Bradford Jr Weatherly, Taylor Delmar Phillips, Ryan Upchurch, Michael Roach Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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