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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Josh Gracin
Josh Gracin
Vocals
Tim Galloway
Tim Galloway
Acoustic Guitar
Brad Shapiro
Brad Shapiro
Bass
Dave Thomson
Dave Thomson
Electric Guitar
Justin Ostrander
Justin Ostrander
Electric Guitar
Aaron Sterling
Aaron Sterling
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jessie Jo Dillon
Jessie Jo Dillon
Songwriter
Jordan Reynolds
Jordan Reynolds
Songwriter
Tina Parol
Tina Parol
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brad Hill
Brad Hill
Producer
Dave Thomson
Dave Thomson
Producer
Reid Shippen
Reid Shippen
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Always had a little restless in my soul
Had to get a little lost to find my home
Used to think I'd have to go real far
To find what you and I got here in our front yard
[Chorus]
So come here, baby, I just need your love
If I got you, I got more than enough
Yeah, my head can get to spinning
From the world and the junk that's in it
They can keep all that stuff
If I can end up with a front porch kind of love
[PostChorus]
I can see us turning ninety
Wild child nights long gone behind me
You making fun of my old grey hair
God, I hope that I end up there
[Instrumental]
Just a bunch of wood and some rusty nails
Got a pretty good view of these rolling hills
I'm sure it ain't some fool's paradise
But I sure hope it's mine, for the rest of my life
[Chorus]
Come here, baby, I just need your love
If I got you, I got more than enough
Yeah, my head can get to spinning
From the world and the junk that's in it
They can keep all that stuff
If I can end up with a front porch kind of love
[PostChorus]
With the stars out and the summer wind
I'll look at you and be a kid again
Sweet tea and some rocking chairs
God, I hope that I end up there
[Instrumental]
So come here, baby, I just need your love
If I got you, I got more than enough
Yeah, my head can get to spinning
From the world and the junk that's in it
They can keep all that stuff
If I can end up with a front porch kind of love
[PostChorus]
I can see us turning ninety
Wild child nights long gone behind me
You making fun of my old grey hair
God, I hope that I end up there
With the stars out and the summer wind
I'll look at you and be a kid again
Sweet tea and some rocking chairs
God, I hope that I end up there
Written by: Jessie Jo Dillon, Jordan Reynolds, Tina Parol
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