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