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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Caylee Hammack
Caylee Hammack
Vocals
Chris Stapleton
Chris Stapleton
Vocals
Nolan Verner
Nolan Verner
Bass
Mikey Reaves
Mikey Reaves
Programming
Aaron Sterling
Aaron Sterling
Drums
Carl Miner
Carl Miner
Acoustic Guitar
Davis Naish
Davis Naish
Keyboards
Rob McNelley
Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Caylee Hammack
Caylee Hammack
Songwriter
Jared Scott
Jared Scott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Caylee Hammack
Caylee Hammack
Producer
Mikey Reaves
Mikey Reaves
Producer
Ryan Hewitt
Ryan Hewitt
Mixing Engineer
Aaron Sterling
Aaron Sterling
Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Vance Powell
Vance Powell
Engineer
Michael Fahey
Michael Fahey
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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 table 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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
Wonderin' where the hell time went
I should've been running, running, running by now
But I just hang around
[Instrumental]
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
'Til 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
[Chorus]
Oh, 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
Wonderin' where the hell time went
I should've been running, running, running by now
But I just hang around
[Outro]
Oh, 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
Written by: Caylee Hammack, Jared Scott, Jared Scott Slocum
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