Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
George Birge
Performer
Evan Hutchings
Drums
Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
David Dorn
Keyboards
Dan Dugmore
Pedal Steel Guitar
Todd Lombardo
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Birge
Composer
Paul DiGiovanni
Composer
Joe Clemmons
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Will Bundy
Producer
Kam Luchterhand
Recording Engineer
Buckley Miller
Editing Engineer
Trey Keller
Vocal Recording Engineer
Jim Cooley
Mixing Engineer
Zach Kuhlman
Assistant Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
(It ain't Austin)
[Verse 1]
Bet you heard I headed north, that 150 loaded down
Don't know what I'm looking for, but it all looks different now
I ain't used to the weather and they ain't used to my accent
But I've started going out and I made a couple friends
Things are looking up, I'm letting go a little bit
But no matter how comfortable I get
[Chorus]
It ain't Austin, it ain't us
It ain't three months in love, tequila-drunk in a Texas sun
It ain't front row on an ACL high
It ain't last-call kissing in the rain under 6th Street lights
Mighta met somebody new, yeah, we kinda started talking
But she ain't you and it ain't Austin
[Verse 2]
I could try to drown the memory, but I don't think I want to
'Cause it still brings up a smile thinking back to me and you
By that Guadalupe River, watching those stars dripping down
No, I don't mind it here, but all that's weird about this town
[Chorus]
Is, it ain't Austin, it ain't us
It ain't three months in love, tequila-drunk in a Texas sun
It ain't front row on an ACL high
It ain't last-call kissing in the rain under 6th Street lights
Mighta met somebody new, yeah, we kinda started talking
But she ain't you and it ain't Austin
No, it ain't Austin
[Bridge]
It wasn't forever, but, baby, it was real
And, girl, I know you're still down there, but sometimes does it feel
[Chorus]
Like it ain't Austin, it ain't us?
It ain't three months in love, tequila-drunk in a Texas sun
It ain't front row on an ACL high
It ain't last-call kissing in the rain under 6th Street lights
Mighta met somebody new, yeah, we kinda started talking
But she ain't you and it ain't Austin
Written by: George Birge, Joe Clemmons, Paul DiGiovanni