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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anne Wilson
Anne Wilson
Lead Vocals
Jordan Davis
Jordan Davis
Vocals
Jonathan Smith
Jonathan Smith
Programming
Jeff Pardo
Jeff Pardo
Piano
Jacob Arnold
Jacob Arnold
Drums
Tony Lucido
Tony Lucido
Bass
Court Clement
Court Clement
Electric Guitar
Mark Lonsway
Mark Lonsway
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anne Wilson
Anne Wilson
Songwriter
Jeff Pardo
Jeff Pardo
Songwriter
Matthew West
Matthew West
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jonathan Smith
Jonathan Smith
Producer
Jeff Pardo
Jeff Pardo
Producer
Sean Moffitt
Sean Moffitt
Mixing Engineer
Jesse Brock
Jesse Brock
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jacob Arnold
Jacob Arnold
Additional Engineer
Court Clement
Court Clement
Additional Engineer
Buckley Miller
Buckley Miller
Engineer
Chris Bevins
Chris Bevins
Editing Engineer
Colton Price
Colton Price
Editing Engineer
Aaron Sterling
Aaron Sterling
Additional Engineer
Jason Eskridge
Jason Eskridge
Additional Engineer
Scotty Murray
Scotty Murray
Additional Engineer
Kris Donegan
Kris Donegan
Additional Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Some people just fly over Small towns just like this The middle of some nowhere To them that's all it is From up there lookin' down But they don't know we found country gold See, this is where my grandad Got down on one knee Promised her forever with a dime store diamond ring He pledged his heart and soul 50 years ago With country gold, whoa-oh It's a little house on a little land A little built it with your own two hands Little pride in a hard week's work Little supper after Sunday church To most, it might not look like much But I put roots down here because The richest people that I've ever known Struck country gold Guess the slower that you're livin' The less you tend to miss 'Cause when you find what happy isn't You find what happy is Doing life with who you love Hearing laughter filling up A little house on a little land A little built it with your own two hands Little pride in a hard week's work Little supper after Sunday church To most, it might not look like much But I put roots down here because The richest people that I've ever known Struck country gold Like the wheat fields underneath a summer sky Country gold, like the records playing on a Friday night Country gold might look like nothing more than dirt and gravel roads But if you know Then you know It's a little house on a little land A little built it with your own two hands Little pride in a hard week's work Little supper after Sunday church (little supper after Sunday church) To most, it might not look like much But I put roots down here because (roots down here because) The richest people that I've ever known Are made of work and dirt and flesh and blood and soul Country gold Country gold Country gold
Writer(s): Jeffrey Thomas Pardo, Matthew West, Anne Wilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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