Top Songs By Teddy Robb
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Teddy Robb
Performer
Mark Hill
Bass
Fred Eltringham
Drums
Ilya Toshinskiy
Banjo
Gordon Mote
Piano
Dan Dugmore
Steel Drum
Ben Fowler
Programming
Briana Tyson
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Ratcliff
Composer
Pete Good
Composer
AJ Babcock
Composer
Ben Foster
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben Fowler
Producer
Shane McAnally
Producer
Josh Ditty
Assistant Engineer
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
My daddy used to curse that ground
But he still put the money down on a
Shotgun trailer house on the outskirts
Of a town nobody knows
Was born blessed, but I couldn't tell
I grew up fast and fought like hell to get
Out of there, anywhere
I didn't care, but I had to go
It might be a little rose-colored glasses
But it seems like every year that passes
I'm thinkin' more about way back when
I didn't know it back then, but
[Chorus]
It was heaven on dirt
Ain't no place on Earth
Like that forty-acre plot where you talked to God
'Cause your cell phone didn't work
Might not be for everyone
But that red still runs in my blood
The beer was cold, the trucks were old
The dust was gold, it was heaven on dirt
[Verse 2]
I kissed my first love in the front yard
On the hood of my first used car, had some
Good nights with some good friends
And mud tires on holy ground
I moved out and we lost touch
I didn't know you meant so much
But you don't know what you're missing when you ain't around
You don't know what you got 'til they tear it down, no
[Chorus]
It was heaven on dirt
Ain't no place on Earth
Like that forty-acre plot where you talked to God
'Cause your cell phone didn't work
Might not be for everyone
But that red still runs in my blood
The beer was cold, the trucks were old
The dust was gold, it was heaven on dirt
Oh, it was heaven on dirt
[Instrumental]
It might be a little rose-colored glasses
But it seems like every year that passes
I'm thinkin' more about way back when
I didn't know it back then, but
[Chorus]
It was heaven on dirt
Ain't no place on Earth
Like that forty-acre plot where you talked to God
'Cause your cell phone didn't work
Might not be for everyone
But that red still runs in my blood
The beer was cold, the trucks were old
The dust was gold, it was heaven on dirt
Oh, it was heaven on dirt
Written by: AJ Babcock, Aaron James Babcock, Ben Foster, Brandon Ratcliff, Pete Good