Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Caylee Hammack
Vocals
Chris Stapleton
Vocals
Nolan Verner
Bass
Mikey Reaves
Programming
Aaron Sterling
Drums
Carl Miner
Acoustic Guitar
Davis Naish
Keyboards
Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Caylee Hammack
Songwriter
Jared Scott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Caylee Hammack
Producer
Mikey Reaves
Producer
Ryan Hewitt
Mixing Engineer
Aaron Sterling
Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Vance Powell
Engineer
Michael Fahey
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Hand me down dreams got me high in the rafters
Homecoming queen couldn't be an outsider
So there I'd sit, with a cigarette lit in a leather jacket
I found a boy who was a stranger too
In a one-horse town at a stable for two
We had matching scars and matching tattoos
Both dying to fit in
Ain't that some shit
We're just small-town hypocrites
And that scholarship was a ship that sailed
When I chose you and daddy gave me hell
I made myself into someone else just to love you, damn I loved you
Took all my plans and I put 'em in a box
Phantom pains for the wings I lost
Had me circling rings in the catalogs
For seven years and you never got the hint
Ain't that some shit
I'm just a small-town hypocrite
Swore we'd be running, running, running this town
But you're just running, running, running around
And I'm staring at a picket fence
Wondering where the hell time went
I should've been running, running, running by now
But I just hang around
Love shot me out like a rocket
Never to return and man, I forgot it
How it feels to fall from orbit and land on shifting sands
I found my heart at the bottom of a bucket
You said you needed space and damnit I bought it
'Till you moved in a vinyl sided double wide with a couple of her kids
Ain't that some shit
You're just a small-town hypocrite (Oooh, oooh, ooooh)
Swore we'd be running, running, running this town
But you're still running, running, running around
And I'm staring at a picket fence
Wondering where the hell time went
I should've been running, running, running by now
But I just hang around
Now I bitch about how things turned and how they should've been
The bridges that I burned and the trains I didn't catch
Like a small-town hypocrite
Just a small-town hypocrite
Writer(s): Caylee Anna Hammack, Jared Scott Slocum
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