Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Riley Green
Riley Green
Lead Vocals
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Acoustic Guitar
Russell Terrell
Russell Terrell
Background Vocals
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Programming
David Huff
David Huff
Programming
Danny Rader
Danny Rader
Acoustic Guitar
Rob McNelley
Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar
Dan Dugmore
Dan Dugmore
Steel Guitar
Stuart Duncan
Stuart Duncan
Fiddle
Mike Brignardello
Mike Brignardello
Bass Guitar
Charlie Judge
Charlie Judge
Hammond Organ
Chris McHugh
Chris McHugh
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Riley Green
Riley Green
Songwriter
Randy Montana
Randy Montana
Songwriter
Erik Dylan
Erik Dylan
Songwriter
Erik Dylan Anderson
Erik Dylan Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Producer
Steve Marcantonio
Steve Marcantonio
Recording Engineer
Sean R. Badum
Sean R. Badum
Assistant Recording Engineer
Michael Walter
Michael Walter
Assistant Recording Engineer
Russell Terrell
Russell Terrell
Recording Engineer
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
David Huff
David Huff
Editing Engineer
Chris Small
Chris Small
Editing Engineer
Adam Ayan
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Why would any teenage boy cut grass? Sweat all summer, save his cash Dream about turnin' heads downtown Straight pipes on a hand-me-down How would anybodies daddy get around? To mend the fences and feed the cows Where the hell would a small town girl climb up? If it wasn't for trucks Where would I have raised all that hell? And talked to God all by myself How would I have got to Tennessee? Without a bucket seat? Where was I supposed to cry that July day granddaddy died? Or haul that deer, drink that beer Fell in and out of love If it wasn't for trucks Where would I've first heard Merle? Or got the nerve to kiss a green eyed girl? Where would old dogs ride? Where would life fly by? Where would I have raised all that hell? And talked to God all by myself How would I have got to Tennessee? Without a bucket seat? Where was I supposed to cry that July day granddaddy died? Or haul that deer, drink that beer Fell in and out of love If it wasn't for trucks If it wasn't for trucks I wouldn't be who I am today If it wasn't for a short bed Chevrolet Where would I have raised all that hell? And talked to God all by myself How would I have got to Tennessee? And where would I be? Where was I supposed to cry that July day granddaddy died? Or haul that deer, drink that beer Fell in and out of love If it wasn't for trucks Yeah, if it wasn't for trucks
Writer(s): Randy Ennis Schlappi, Erik Dyylan, Riley Green Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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