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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dylan Scott
Dylan Scott
Vocals
Curt Gibbs
Curt Gibbs
Acoustic Guitar
Alex Wright
Alex Wright
Piano
Darrick Cline
Darrick Cline
Drums
Garrett Cline
Garrett Cline
Bass
Logan Robinson
Logan Robinson
Electric Guitar
Matt Alderman
Matt Alderman
Programming
Scotty Sanders
Scotty Sanders
Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Scott
Dylan Scott
Songwriter
Matthew Alderman
Matthew Alderman
Songwriter
Cole Taylor
Cole Taylor
Songwriter
Matt Alderman
Matt Alderman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Curt Gibbs
Curt Gibbs
Producer
Matthew Alderman
Matthew Alderman
Producer
Jim Ed Norman
Jim Ed Norman
Producer
Craig White
Craig White
Recording Engineer
David Bates
David Bates
Assistant Recording Engineer
John Denosky
John Denosky
Editing Engineer
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
Matt Alderman
Matt Alderman
Producer
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

It ain't New York City And it ain't L.A. We ain't got no rooftop bars Like they do on Broadway It's just a little town square, middle of nowhere Ain't even big enough to be a map dot We ain't got a lot but we sure do a lot With the little bit that we got We got a little somethin'-somethin' we can throw on ice Find us somewhere that we can drink it while the moon's up high With your girl and your boys by a fire making noise In a field on a Friday night We got some George Strait songs that we turn up loud Livin' it up 'til the sun comes back around Who said there's nothing to do? Who said there's nothing to do? Who said there's nothing to do In this nothing-to-do town? Yeah, our way of living, no it ain't complicated Don't knock it 'til you try it, yeah, you might not hate it Around here, we work and we play, cuss and we pray And at the end of a long, hard day We got a little somethin'-somethin' we can throw on ice Find us somewhere that we can drink it while the moon's up high With your girl and your boys by a fire making noise In a field on a Friday night We got some Brooks and Dunn songs that we turn up loud Livin' it up 'til the sun comes back around Who said there's nothing to do? Who said there's nothing to do? Who said there's nothing to do In this nothing-to-do town? It's just a little town square, middle of nowhere Ain't even big enough to be a map dot We ain't got a lot but we sure do a lot With the little bit that we got We got a little somethin'-somethin' we can throw on ice Find us somewhere that we can drink it while the moon's up high With your girl and your boys, by a fire making noise In a field on a Friday night We got some Tim McGraw songs that we turn up loud Livin' it up 'til the sun comes back around Who said there's nothing to do? Who said there's nothing to do? Who said there's nothing to do In this nothing-to-do town? Our little nothing-to-do town
Writer(s): Dylan Scott Robinson, John Cole Taylor, Matt James Alderman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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