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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Riley Green
Lead Vocals
Dann Huff
Acoustic Guitar
Russell Terrell
Background Vocals
Justin Niebank
Programming
David Lyndon Huff
Programming
Danny Rader
Acoustic Guitar
Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar
Dan Dugmore
Steel Guitar
Stuart Duncan
Fiddle
Charlie Judge
Hammond Organ
Chris McHugh
Drums
Mike Brignardello
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Riley Green
Songwriter
Erik Dylan
Songwriter
Randy Montana
Songwriter
Erik Dylan Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dann Huff
Producer
Steve Marcantonio
Recording Engineer
Michael Walter
Assistant Recording Engineer
Russell Terrell
Recording Engineer
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
David Lyndon Huff
Editing Engineer
Chris Small
Editing Engineer
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
Sean R. Badum
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Why would any teenage boy cut grass?
Sweat all summer, save his cash
Dream about turnin' heads downtown
Straight pipes on a hand-me-down
How would anybodies daddy get around?
To mend the fences and feed the cows
Where the hell would a small town girl climb up?
If it wasn't for trucks
Where would I have raised all that hell?
And talked to God all by myself
How would I have got to Tennessee?
Without a bucket seat?
Where was I supposed to cry that July day granddaddy died?
Or haul that deer, drink that beer
Fell in and out of love
If it wasn't for trucks
Where would I've first heard Merle?
Or got the nerve to kiss a green eyed girl?
Where would old dogs ride?
Where would life fly by?
Where would I have raised all that hell?
And talked to God all by myself
How would I have got to Tennessee?
Without a bucket seat?
Where was I supposed to cry that July day granddaddy died?
Or haul that deer, drink that beer
Fell in and out of love
If it wasn't for trucks
If it wasn't for trucks
I wouldn't be who I am today
If it wasn't for a short bed Chevrolet
Where would I have raised all that hell?
And talked to God all by myself
How would I have got to Tennessee?
And where would I be?
Where was I supposed to cry that July day granddaddy died?
Or haul that deer, drink that beer
Fell in and out of love
If it wasn't for trucks
Yeah, if it wasn't for trucks
Writer(s): Randy Ennis Schlappi, Erik Dyylan, Riley Green
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