Видео
Видео
Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
B. James Lowry
Акустическая гитара
Gordon Mote
Фортепиано
J. Spivey
Фидель
Jeff King
Электрогитара
Jerry Troy Corenflos
Электрогитара
John Barlow Jarvis
Фортепиано
Mike Brignardello
Бас
Mike Johnson
Добро
Mike Rojas
Фортепиано
Paul Leim
Барабаны
Russell Terrell
Бэк-вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Luke Bryan
Автор песен
Roger Murrah
Автор песен
Jim McCormick
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Jeff Stevens
Продюсер
Mills Logan
Миксинг-инженер пространственного звучания
Bryan Graban
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Herb Tassin
Инженер звукозаписи
Jay Fenstermaker
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Jim DeMain
Мастеринг-инженер
Scott Johnson
Ассистент продюсера
Taylor Pollert
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Слова
[Verse 1]
Down where I was born was heaven on Earth
Where Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt
The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright
We raised cotton and corn, a little cane and kids
You either lived on a farm or wished you did
And Jesus always walked close by our side
Where I grew up
We rode in trucks
[Verse 2]
There's a lot about life we learned on the bus
How to lie, how to fight, how to kiss, how to cuss
The closer we sat to the back, the smarter we got
We were poor, we were ugly, we were all best friends
Wide-eyed, baptized, and still wantin' to sin
Thank God we get more than just one shot
Where I grew up
We rode in trucks
[Bridge]
That's us hauling hay in the field with the radio on
That's us headin' straight into town when the work was done
In my mind, I can still see us now, ridin' down Buck Island Road
It wasn't that long ago
[Verse 3]
We thought tobacco and beer in a can
Was all it would take to be like our ol' man
Then I saw how it made my mama cry
It was huntin' and fishin' and football games
Then it was girls and everything changed
Fallin' in and out of love
We rode in trucks
[Bridge]
That's us with our tailgates down in the parking lot
That's us with mud on our tires when it rained a lot
In my mind, I can still see us now, ridin' down Buck Island Road
It wasn't that long ago
It's a part of my soul, yeah
It's a part of my soul
[Outro]
Down where I was born was heaven on Earth
Where Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt
The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright
Where I grew up
We rode in trucks
Written by: Jim McCormick, Luke Bryan, Roger Murrah