Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zach Bryan
Vocals
Rose Madden
Background Vocals
Chris Anteen
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zach Bryan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Leo Alba
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Go ahead and make your money off a poor boy just like me
And I'll be pacin' in my room tonight tryna make some old scars bleed
Tryna write a plotline that you don't already know
'Bout the weekend crowd, or a reckless boy, or a girl from Ohio
[Verse 2]
They tell me I can sell my soul for a dream and a couple of shows
I don't think they understand how deep loyalty goes
For some boys I got in a barn we built out of pure Douglas fir
Badly written songs next to horses' shit is what an Okie boy prefers
[Chorus]
Go on and tell me what you wanna
While me and mine do what we're gonna
You can keep your name and burn the cash
Tell 'em I died singing in these hills if they ask
[Verse 3]
I feel I've lived a thousand lives just to get right where I am
Some hurtful words and some Pabst on ice turned a child into a man
We started this thing grinnin', boys, I think we've gotta run
The radio man came to fuck it up as he boasts about number ones
[Chorus]
Go on and tell me what you wanna
As me and mine do what we're gonna
You can keep your name and burn the cash
Tell 'em I died singing in these hills if they ask
[Outro]
Go ahead and make your money off a poor boy just like me
And I'll be pacin' in my room tonight tryna make some old scars bleed
Tryna write a plotline that you don't already know
'Bout the weekend crowd, or a reckless boy, or a girl from Ohio
Written by: Zach Bryan
