Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bridgid Ferguson
Bridgid Ferguson
Vocals
Samuel Larrimore Brady
Samuel Larrimore Brady
Keyboards
Vince Barranco
Vince Barranco
Drums
Jimmy English
Jimmy English
Guitar
Geri O’Neil
Bass
Monica Sheppard
Monica Sheppard
Background Vocals
Matthew Jay Magee
Matthew Jay Magee
Fiddle
Tommy Moran
Tommy Moran
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Samuel Larrimore Brady
Samuel Larrimore Brady
Songwriter
Bridgid Ferguson Berry
Bridgid Ferguson Berry
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Samuel Larrimore Brady
Samuel Larrimore Brady
Recording Engineer
Geri O’Neil
Recording Engineer
Tom Easley
Tom Easley
Recording Engineer
AVA Studios
AVA Studios
Recording Engineer
L. Nix Mastering
L. Nix Mastering
Mastering Engineer
Kevin Nix
Kevin Nix
Mastering Engineer
Missy Brady
Missy Brady
Photography

Lyrics

I can't come full circle
I'm not running back to that town
I left for greener pastures
For the dreams we all run after
I'm chasing for life
Beyond those gravel backroads
There ain't nothing like I was told
Somebody lied
I'm the grownup version
Of hoping and searching
And I guess it's not my time
Johnny married Mary Lou
Had a kid or two
Both in private school
Peanut butter and soup
Carly moved to Yazoo
Heard she was still cute
Still hooked up with that brute
Chops and dippity do
I'm wondering where are you
Did you leave this town too
Are you still stuck in the zoo
Monkeys and glue
I can't come full circle
I'm not running back to that town
I left for greener pastures
For the dreams we all run after
I'm chasing for life
Beyond those gravel backroads
There ain't nothing like I was told
Somebody lied
I'm the grownup version
Of hoping and searching
And I guess it's not my time
Harley ditched Bobby the flea
Caught him in the back seat
With a beauty queen
Seven dust and vanity
Dottie's in Memphis with Linnie
Swooned by the big city
Now they're headed for twenty
Prison and pennies
I fly when it gets windy
My wheels they're always spinning
There're better ways of living
Taking and giving
I can't come full circle
I'm not running back to that town
I left for greener pastures
For the dreams we all run after
I'm chasing for life
Beyond those gravel backroads
There ain't nothing like I was told
Somebody lied
I'm the grownup version
Of hoping and searching
And I guess it's not my time
I'm the grownup version
Of hoping and searching
And I guess it's not my time
I'm the grownup version
Of hoping and searching
I'm the grownup version
Of hoping and searching
I'm the grownup version
Of hoping and searching
And I guess it's not my time
Yea
Written by: Bridgid Ferguson Berry, Samuel Larrimore Brady
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