Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bryan Martin
Bryan Martin
Lead Vocals
Carl Miner
Carl Miner
Acoustic Guitar
Evan Hutchings
Evan Hutchings
Drums
Luke Moseley
Luke Moseley
Keyboards
Rick Huckaby
Rick Huckaby
Background Vocals
Rob McNelley
Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar
Steve Mackey
Steve Mackey
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryan Martin
Bryan Martin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe Nino-Hernes
Joe Nino-Hernes
Mastering Engineer
Nick Gibbens
Nick Gibbens
Producer

Lyrics

Well, I was raised up by a simple man I grew up with a gun in my hand Taught me how to love and how to fight Taught me what's wrong, taught me what's right Said, "You're don't have a choice to choose You do what you can and don't ever lose Just remember, even when I'm dead and gone" Stick to your guns, son, make me proud Don't ever back up, don't ever back down Stand your ground and always tell it like it is Yeah, this life gonna be real damn tough You take them scars and you call that bluff Don't let me catch you fittin' in 'Cause everyone's an outlaw 'Til it's time to do outlaw shit Well, the times are changin' but not for me I've got my own home now and a family Two calloused hands and some old work boots Bustin' my ass, payin' my dues Tell my kids every night "Try to see the world through your neighbor's eyes And make a difference if you can" Stick to your guns, son, make me proud Don't ever back up, don't ever back down Stand your ground and always tell it like it is Yeah, this life's gonna be real damn tough You take them scars and you call that bluff Don't let me catch you fittin' in 'Cause everyone's an outlaw Until it's time to do outlaw shit Stick to your guns, son, make me proud Don't ever back up, don't ever back down Stand your ground and always tell it like it is Yeah, this life's gonna be real damn tough You take them scars and you call that bluff Don't let me catch you fittin' in 'Cause everyone's an outlaw Yeah, everyone's an outlaw 'Til it's time to do outlaw shit (Until it's time to do outlaw shit) well, I was raised up by a simple man I grew up with a gun in my hand
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