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