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Morgan Wallen
Morgan Wallen
Вокал
Charlie Handsome
Charlie Handsome
Программирование
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Бас
Tom Bukovac
Tom Bukovac
Электрогитара
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Акустическая гитара
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Клавишные инструменты
Wes Hightower
Wes Hightower
Бэк-вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Morgan Wallen
Morgan Wallen
Автор песен
Ryan Vojtesak
Ryan Vojtesak
Автор песен
Ashley Gorley
Ashley Gorley
Автор песен
Rocky Block
Rocky Block
Автор песен
Blake Pendergrass
Blake Pendergrass
Автор песен
John Byron
John Byron
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Продюсер
Ryan Yount
Ryan Yount
Инженер обработки
Charlie Handsome
Charlie Handsome
Продюсер
Scott Cooke
Scott Cooke
Инженер обработки
Matt McCartney
Matt McCartney
Инженер обработки
Eivind Nordland
Eivind Nordland
Инженер обработки
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Мастеринг-инженер

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[Verse 1]
Wouldn't trade this holler for a stone cold million dollars
My green all comes blue collar and I'm all good with that
This world's been changin' but these folks 'round here, they ain't been
They all still windshield wavin' when they slow rollin' past
We could live a little higher on the hog
But I don't think that we'd be no better off
[Chorus]
Not everybody got that spot out in the forty
Some ten point buck they shot hangin' like a velvet trophy
Fridays in parkin' lots, outside of somewhere holy
Not everybody likes this kinda life but we do, don't we?
Still workin' hard like my daddy told me
Still keep it low key, still ridin' high behind them low beams
If you don't know about this nowhere, you don't know me
Not everybody thinks we got it made but we do, don't we?
[Verse 2]
It might be simple but these two lanes, they're my temple
And that river rollin' gentle wash my worries away
I used to hate it but I travelled lots of pavement
And there ain't no better places at the end of the day
So I pass the plate and thank the Lord He put me here
And pray that towns like mine don't ever disappear
[Chorus]
Not everybody got that spot out in the forty
Some ten point buck they shot hangin' like a velvet trophy
Fridays in parkin' lots, outside of somewhere holy
Not everybody likes this kinda life but we do, don't we?
Still workin' hard like my daddy told me
Still keep it low key, still ridin' high behind them low beams
If you don't know about this nowhere, you don't know me
Not everybody thinks we got it made but we do, don't we
[Chorus]
Yeah
But we do, don't we?
[Bridge]
Not everybody takes off their hat
Stands for the flag that them boys overseas got on their sleeves
Not everybody dies where they're born, takes a field full of corn
And turns it into whiskey, say it with me
Yeah we do, don't we?
[Chorus]
Not everybody got that spot out in the forty
Some ten point buck they shot hangin' like a velvet trophy
Fridays in parkin' lots, outside of somewhere holy
Not everybody likes this kinda life but we do, don't we?
Still workin' hard like my daddy told me
Still keep it low key, still ridin' high behind them low beams
If you don't know about this nowhere, you don't know me
Not everybody thinks we got it made but we do, don't we?
[Outro]
Not everybody got that spot out in the forty
But we do, don't we?
Fridays in parkin' lots, outside of somewhere holy
Not everybody likes this kind of life but we do, don't we?
Written by: Ashley Gorley, Blake Pendergrass, John Byron, Morgan Wallen, Rocky Block, Ryan Vojtesak
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