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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Luke Combs
Luke Combs
Leadgesang
Jonathan Singleton
Jonathan Singleton
Begleitgesang
Chip Matthews
Chip Matthews
Begleitgesang
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Akustische Gitarre
Sam Bush
Sam Bush
Mandoline
Josh Matheny
Josh Matheny
Dobro
Josh Hunt
Josh Hunt
Schlagzeug
Steve Mackey
Steve Mackey
Bass
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Luke Combs
Luke Combs
Songwriter:in
Jessi Alexander
Jessi Alexander
Songwriter:in
Erik Dylan
Erik Dylan
Songwriter:in
Jonathan Singleton
Jonathan Singleton
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Luke Combs
Luke Combs
Produzent:in
Jonathan Singleton
Jonathan Singleton
Produzent:in
Chip Matthews
Chip Matthews
Mischtechniker:in
Steve Blackmon
Steve Blackmon
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Zach Kuhlman
Zach Kuhlman
Ingenieurassistent:in
Benny Quinn
Benny Quinn
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

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There's an old man in a lazy boy TV on a western, fast asleep Gray in his hair, at least what's left But the heart of a lion beating in his chest And there's a little more slow in his go Little less rock in his roll these days But I remember him ten-feet tall and bulletproof Throwing me a ball in cowboy boots A whistle and the dogs start running A whisper and mama starts blushing A wrench in his hand and a beer in the other God couldn't make a man any tougher And that "S" on his chest is starting to fade But I'll always remember him that way I used to think that he'd never get old That kind of thing was for regular Joe And he tries real hard to put up a fight But I guess time, is his kryptonite 'Cause I remember him ten-feet tall and bulletproof Throwing me a ball in cowboy boots A whistle and the dogs start running A whisper and mama starts blushing A wrench in his hand and a beer in the other God couldn't make a man any tougher And that "S" on his chest is starting to fade But I'll always remember him that way There's a little more slow in his go A little less rock in his roll these days But I remember him ten-feet tall and bulletproof Throwing me a ball in cowboy boots A whistle and the dogs start running A whisper and mama starts blushing A wrench in his hand and a beer in the other God couldn't make a man any tougher Yeah, that "S" on his chest is starting to fade But there's some things time can't erase 'Cause I'll always remember him that way
Writer(s): Jessi Leigh Alexander, Erik Dylan Anderson, Luke Albert Combs, Jonathan Singleton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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