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Canciones más populares de Riley Green
Créditos
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Riley Green
Stimme und Gesang
Dann Huff
Programmierung
Josh Reedy
Begleitgesang
Justin Niebank
Programmierung
Kris Donegan
E-Gitarre
Derek Wells
E-Gitarre
Dan Dugmore
Stahlgitarre
Stuart Duncan
Geige
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bassgitarre
Charlie Judge
Hammondorgel
Evan Hutchings
Schlagzeug
David Huff
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Riley Green
Songwriter:in
Chris DuBois
Songwriter:in
Bobby Pinson
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Dann Huff
Produzent:in
Scott Borchetta
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Zach Kuhlman
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Jimmy Harnen
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Buckley Miller
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Josh Reedy
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
Chris Small
Schnitttechniker:in
Justin Niebank
Mischtechniker:in
Drew Bollman
Mischtechniker:in
Adam Ayan
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
David Huff
Schnitttechniker:in
Letras
[Verse 1]
If you've met me, then you've met my old man
He'll look you in your eyes and shake your hand
Where I'm from, what I believe
Might as well be on my sleeve
And you don't have to wonder who I am
[Chorus]
It ain't like you can't see these old worn out boots
Hear this drawl when I talk to you
Son, as soon as I pull up, there's no denying
That sacred ground stuck in my tread
The red that's right there on my neck
Hell, there ain't no use in me trying to fight it
It ain't like I can hide it
[Verse 2]
There's a farm with a flag on a barn on a gravel road
And a swing on a porch of the house that I call home
That's where this boy became a man
You might wonder where I stand
But if you've been there, hell, you already know
[Chorus]
'Cause it ain't like you can't see these old worn out boots
Hear this drawl when I talk to you
Son, as soon as I pull up, there's no denying
That sacred ground stuck in my tread
The red that's right there on my neck
Hell, there ain't no use in me trying to fight it
It ain't like I can hide it
It ain't like I can hide it
[Bridge]
No, I can't hide the Skoal ring in my blue jeans
Hide the small town in my blood
Hide the country, there's just some things that you can't cover up
[Chorus]
It ain't like you can't see these old worn out boots
Hear this drawl when I talk to you
Son, as soon as I pull up, there's no denying
That sacred ground stuck in my tread
The red that's right there on my neck
Hell, there ain't no use in me trying to fight it
It ain't like I can hide it
It ain't like I can hide it
It ain't like I can hide it, no
Written by: Bobby Pinson, Chris DuBois, Riley Green