Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Riley Green
Riley Green
Lead Vocals
Jessi Alexander
Jessi Alexander
Vocals
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Rob McNelley
Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass Guitar
Charlie Judge
Charlie Judge
Keyboards
Chris McHugh
Chris McHugh
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Riley Green
Riley Green
Songwriter
Jessi Alexander
Jessi Alexander
Songwriter
Thomas Rhett
Thomas Rhett
Songwriter
Randy Montana
Randy Montana
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Producer
Steve Marcantonio
Steve Marcantonio
Recording Engineer
Kam Luchterhand
Kam Luchterhand
Assistant Recording Engineer
Michael Walter
Michael Walter
Assistant Recording Engineer
F. Reid Shippen
F. Reid Shippen
Mixing Engineer
Michael Mechling
Michael Mechling
Assistant Mixing Engineer
David Huff
David Huff
Editing Engineer
Chris Small
Chris Small
Editing Engineer
Pete Lyman
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

There's a dive bar in Daytona With a couple names on a wall Right between go gators and an old phone number For a good time call There's a corn field in Vidalia With some BFGoodrich tracks That old radio playin' Copperhead Road 'Til the sky turned black That was us in a two-ton Chevy Can't help but smile when I'm lookin' back now Two kids tearin' up a little small town Thought we had it all figured out Runnin' wild like a Tennessee river Little reckless and a little hell bound We were tailgate talkin' 'bout forever Like our boots had nеver hit the ground And at the еnd of that trail of cans and a cloud of dust Baby, that was us There's a worn-out track on a jukebox An old Keith Whitley song You spurn me around that old dance floor All night long And a rope burn on an old oak tree Hangin' high over Miller Creek Lord, I was scared to death But boy, you could talk me into anything Yeah, you could That was us in a two-ton Chevy Can't help but smile when I'm lookin' back now Two kids tearin' up a little small town Thought we had it all figured out Runnin' wild like a Tennessee river Little reckless and a little hell bound We were tailgate talkin' 'bout forever Like our boots had never hit the ground At the end of that trail of cans and a cloud of dust Baby, that was us Baby, that was us That was us in a two-ton Chevy Can't help but smile when I'm lookin' back now Two kids tearin' up a little small town Thought we had it all figured out Runnin' wild like a Tennessee river Little reckless and a little hell bound We were tailgate talkin' 'bout forever Like our boots had never hit the ground At the end of that trail of cans and a cloud of dust (yeah) We left our mark on everything we touched Baby, that was us (baby, that was us, mmm) Baby, that was us
Writer(s): Jessi Alexander, Thomas Rhett, Riley Green Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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