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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Billy Currington
Billy Currington
Lead Vocals
Gary Prim
Gary Prim
Keyboards
Brent Mason
Brent Mason
Electric Guitar
Glenn Worf
Glenn Worf
Bass
Tommy Harden
Tommy Harden
Drums
Bobby Terry
Bobby Terry
Acoustic Guitar
Scotty Sanders
Scotty Sanders
Steel Guitar
Trey Keller
Trey Keller
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scooter Carusoe
Scooter Carusoe
Songwriter
Joshua Miller
Joshua Miller
Songwriter
Chris La Corte
Chris La Corte
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carson Chamberlain
Carson Chamberlain
Producer
John Kelton
John Kelton
Mixing Engineer
Travis Humbert
Travis Humbert
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ken Love
Ken Love
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

The city don't let ya walk a field with your fingertips Runnin' cross the top of waist high It don't have a quarter mile of red lights Where everybody waves at your Chevrolet The city don't grow the kinda of girls that rather river bank Drink beer, and dance in the mud I ain't sayin' that high-rise life is wrong But right here is what I love They got five stars, we got millions They got nice bars, we got sippin' straight out of a can On somebody's land with a homegrown girl And a God-made tan singin', "Goodbye Earl" Got everything I need, everything I could want 'Cause the country does somethin' for me the city don't Ah, the city don't The city don't have a dirt road gravel parkin' lot steeple Where you find your forgiveness And it don't have no farm pond, honey hole You know you can always go catch a fish The city don't sleep slowed down Don't know how to kick back or take a break I ain't sayin' those high-rise folks are wrong But I kinda like it this way They got five stars, we got millions They got nice bars, we got sippin' straight out of a can On somebody's land with a homegrown girl And a God-made tan singin', "Goodbye Earl" Got everythin' I need, everything I could want 'Cause the country does somethin' for me the city don't Ah, the city don't Yeah, it feels like home to me As long as I got a little mud on my boots So, anywhere made of concrete, I could never lay down my roots They got five stars, we got millions They got nice bars, we got sippin' straight out of a can On somebody's land with a homegrown girl And a God-made tan singin', "Goodbye Earl" Got everything I need, everythin' I could want 'Cause the country does somethin' for me the city don't Ah, the city don't, mm
Writer(s): Joshua Miller, Chris Lacorte, Travis Hill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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