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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cole Swindell
Cole Swindell
Vocals
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Ben Caver
Ben Caver
Background Vocals
Zach Crowell
Zach Crowell
Programming
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Nir Z
Nir Z
Drums
Kenny Greenberg
Kenny Greenberg
Electric Guitar
Sol Philcox-Littlefield
Sol Philcox-Littlefield
Electric Guitar
Scotty Sanders
Scotty Sanders
Pedal Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Walker
Jordan Walker
Songwriter
Trannie Anderson
Trannie Anderson
Songwriter
Trey Lewis
Trey Lewis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zach Crowell
Zach Crowell
Producer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Nick Autry
Nick Autry
Recording Engineer
Will Kienzle
Will Kienzle
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

We took a ride up a golden elevator They both cried as they signed a stack of papers Mom got the car, Dad got the truck I got a Happy Meal and a baseball I didn't get it 'til we got home and all his stuff was in a U-Haul He pushed me for a while in the swing Kissed my head and said, "See you next week" There's a lot I don't remember, but that cryin' down the hall Had a way of makin' me wonder maybe it was all my fault I got stuck in the middle of weekends and holidays And my suitcase was too little to carry all that weight I might not have understood it all But not everythin' goes over your head even when you're three feet tall And she kept the house, he found a two-bedroom apartment I found out, you can't roll hard-wheels 'cross the carpet They were sad, but, we got through Dropped me off with "I love you's" It was, "Ask your dad" and "Mind your mother" I just wish that they could have loved each other There's a lot I don't remember, but that cryin' down the hall Had a way of makin' me wonder maybe it was all my fault I got stuck in the middle of weekends and holidays And my suitcase was too little to carry all that weight I might not have understood it all But not everythin' goes over your head even when you're three feet tall Even when you're three feet tall Mm I was too young to get what they meant when they said, "Fine" But now I'm old enough to know how hard it is to fake a smile There's a lot I don't remember, but that cryin' down the hall Had a way of makin' me wonder maybe it was all my fault And I got stuck in the middle of weekends and holidays And my suitcase was too little to carry all that weight I might not have understood it all I might not have understood it all But not everythin' goes over your head even when you're three feet tall Yeah, even when you're three feet tall
Writer(s): Jordan Walker, Trannie Anderson, Trey Lewis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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