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Clay Cook
Clay Cook
Бэк-вокал
John Driskell Hopkins
John Driskell Hopkins
Бэк-вокал
Matt Mangano
Matt Mangano
Бас
Jimmy De Martini
Jimmy De Martini
Вокал
Chris Fryar
Chris Fryar
Барабаны
Coy Bowles
Coy Bowles
Электрогитара
Daniel De Los Reyes
Daniel De Los Reyes
Ударные инструменты
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Ben Simonetti
Ben Simonetti
Автор песен
Jonathan Singleton
Jonathan Singleton
Автор песен
Luke Combs
Luke Combs
Автор песен
Zac Brown
Zac Brown
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Ben Simonetti
Ben Simonetti
Продюсер
Clay Cook
Clay Cook
Дополнительный инженер
John Driskell Hopkins
John Driskell Hopkins
Дополнительный инженер
Matt Mangano
Matt Mangano
Дополнительный инженер
Dan Davis
Dan Davis
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Kam Luchterhand
Kam Luchterhand
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Ryan Gore
Ryan Gore
Миксинг-инженер
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Мастеринг-инженер
Daniel De Los Reyes
Daniel De Los Reyes
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Слова

There's an old route around two-lane Taking out past where the radio just can't Pass a riverbed with a rope swing And a mailbox painted all John Deere green The end of a bunch of gravel driveway Out here doing our own thing Out in the middle where the hard work meets hard living Out in the middle where we're grown 'til we're gone, God willing Just some good old boys and good old girls Hunting red dirt dreams in a concrete world Getting by on just a little, out in the middle Come Friday, we come undone Stay, have a little like a highlight neon Barely hanging on like shelves a pole barn You can hear Hank clear 'cross the next farm City folks say we're crazy But they ain't never been way Out in the middle where the hard work meets hard living Out in the middle where we're grown 'til we're gone, God willing Just some good old boys and good old girls Hunting red dirt dreams in a concrete world Getting by on just a little Out in the middle of nowhere, that's where I wanna be And the old oak shade by the family graves With the Southern ground all day Out in the middle where the hard work meets hard living Out in the middle where we're grown 'til we're gone, God willing Just some good old boys and good old girls Hunting red dirt dreams in a concrete world Getting by on just a little Out in the middle
Writer(s): Jonathan David Singleton, Luke Albert Combs, Ben Simonetti, Zachry Alexander Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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