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Owen Riegling - Old Dirt Roads (Official Lyric Video)
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Owen Riegling
Owen Riegling
Вокал
Brad Hill
Brad Hill
Программирование
Matt King
Matt King
Барабаны
Tim Denbo
Tim Denbo
Бас-гитара
Scotty Sanders
Scotty Sanders
Стил-гитара
Carl Miner
Carl Miner
Банджо
Trey Keller
Trey Keller
Бэк-вокал
Sol Philcox-Littlefield
Sol Philcox-Littlefield
Гитара
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Owen Riegling
Owen Riegling
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Brad Hill
Brad Hill
Продюсер
Jordan Orbek
Jordan Orbek
Миксинг-инженер
Mike Cervantes
Mike Cervantes
Мастеринг-инженер

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I grew up wild, and I grew up true A town most folks just drive through We'd sit out by the dam on a night when the air was warm Mama was an angel, daddy was a saint When the lights cut off, I could sneak out late To a spot on the west side, baby, nobody knew Come and find me down Where the tree line ends, and the cattails grow We can be free, livin' our dreams out Singin' to the radio I was raised on a little patch of haven Wheat fields and old dirt roads Where the tin roof sings the whole damn thing Shakes when the cold wind blows Well, it ain't all sunshines and rainbows Hard times we all know But I'd go back in a minute to the land of the wicked Wheat fields and old dirt roads (Hey) la-la-la, na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la, na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la-la-la I spent some time in a corner bar Playin' for keeps with this old guitar And it was worth every minute when I heard those people sing It's a long road home, but now I see What them old times meant to me So when I get back, crack a bottle of Jack You know where I'll be You can find me down Where the tree line ends, and the cattails grow We can be free, livin' our dreams out Singin' to the radio I was raised on a little patch of haven Wheat fields and old dirt roads Where the tin roof sings the whole damn thing Shakes when the cold wind blows Well, it ain't all sunshines and rainbows Hard times we all know But I'd go back in a minute to the land of the wicked Wheat fields and old dirt roads (Hey) la-la-la, na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la, na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la-la-la I was raised on a little patch of haven Wheat fields and old dirt roads Where the tin roof sings the whole damn thing Shakes when the cold wind blows Well, it ain't all sunshines and rainbows Hard times we all know But I'd go back in a minute to the land of the wicked Wheat fields and old dirt roads I'd go back in a minute, to the land of the wicked Wheat fields and old dirt roads (Hey) la-la-la, na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la, na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la-la-la (Hey) la-la-la, na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la, na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la-la-la Wheat fields and old dirt roads
Writer(s): Owen Michael Riegling, Owen Riegling Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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