Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bryce Sainty
Bryce Sainty
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryce Sainty
Bryce Sainty
Songwriter
Jacky McCormack
Jacky McCormack
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jacky McCormack
Jacky McCormack
Producer

Lyrics

I was
born on a piece of land
Where my dad learned
From his dads pops old man
Know right from wrong
The work days long
Play country songs
Real Loud
Girl I know this small town home
May not seem like much
Until you look up
There ain't no big city lights
There ain’t no concrete for miles
Jump in and let me show you
My southern roots
You can, hitch a ride form the side of the road
You can, feel the dirt runnin’ through your bones
You can spend your money on an ice cold somethin
Honey
It ain’t lucky
Baby it’s country
No place
For the faint of heart
Roll up your sleeves
You bet it all goes down
when it gets dark
From amen to yee haw
There ain't no big city lights
There ain’t no concrete for miles
Jump in and let me show you
My southern roots
You can, hitch a ride form the side of the road
You can, feel the dirt runnin’ through your bones
You can spend your money on an ice cold somethin
Honey
It ain’t lucky
Baby it’s country
Smoother than whiskey, sweeter than wine
Head south down 65 and cross that county line
Where
There ain't no big city lights
There ain’t no concrete for miles
Jump in and let me show you
My southern roots
You can, hitch a ride form the side of the road
You can, feel the dirt runnin’ through your bones
You can spend your money on an ice cold somethin
Honey
It ain’t lucky
Baby it’s country
Written by: Bryce Sainty, Jacky McCormack
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