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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Corey Kent
Corey Kent
Leadgesang
Nick Buda
Nick Buda
Schlagzeug
Glenn Worf
Glenn Worf
Bass
Rob McNelley
Rob McNelley
E-Gitarre
Charlie Worsham
Charlie Worsham
Akustische Gitarre
Jay Joyce
Jay Joyce
E-Gitarre
Jason Hall
Jason Hall
Begleitgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Austin Goodloe
Austin Goodloe
Songwriter:in
Joybeth Taylor
Joybeth Taylor
Songwriter:in
Lydia Vaughan
Lydia Vaughan
Songwriter:in
Corey Kent
Corey Kent
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Jay Joyce
Jay Joyce
Produzent:in
Jason Hall
Jason Hall
Mischtechniker:in
Jimmy Mansfield
Jimmy Mansfield
Ingenieurassistent:in
Josh Groppel
Josh Groppel
Ingenieurassistent:in
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

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Had to grow up before I started shavin' More worried about mama than runnin' and playin' outside She didn't sleep at night I guess neither did I I don't know how she did what she did, but she did it Knew someone was missin', but for her, I hid it She had enough on her plate So I tried to take his place Be strong when you ain't And hold on when you can't She won't tell you, but she needs you And you can't let her down So hide those shakin' hands Be a rock when you feel like sand It turns out all I was back then is all that I am now Just a boy tryna be the man of the house Someone new shows up with some flowers They go out for a couple of hours Home alone's fun for any other kid But I couldn't watch her go through it again Tryna fill shoes that ain't my size But the world don't give a damn 'bout the age of the dog in the fight So be strong when you ain't And hold on when you can't She can't tell you, but she needs you And you can't let her down Hide those shakin' hands Be a rock when you feel like sand It turns out all I was back then is all that I am now Just a boy tryna be the man of the house Just a boy tryna be the man of the house Married my girl and we had a few babies Tryna give them the childhood life never gave me Know they probably can't tell But I'm still tellin' myself Be strong when you ain't And hold on when you can't They can't tell you, but they need you And you can't let 'em down So hide those shakin' hands Be a rock when you feel like sand It turns out all I was back then is all that I am now Just a boy tryna be the man of the house Just a boy tryna be the man of the house Still a boy tryna be the man of the house
Writer(s): Lydia Grace Vaughan, Corey Kent, Austin Goodloe, Joybeth Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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