Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bekka Bramlett
Background Vocals
Jeffrey Steele
Background Vocals
Tom Hambridge
Background Vocals
Steve Sheehan
Acoustic Guitar
Russ Pahl
Steel Guitar
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
Kenny Greenberg
Electric Guitar
Eric Darken
Percussion
Greg Morrow
Drums
Shannon Forrest
Drums
R. Wynans
Piano
Michael Rhodes
Bass
Eddie Montgomery
Lead Vocals
Troy Gentry
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffrey Steele
Songwriter
Chris Wallin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeffrey Steele
Producer
Ronnie Thomas
Editing Engineer
J.C. Monterrosa
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Leslie Richter
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Steve Marcantonio
Recording Engineer
Billy Sherrill
Overdub Engineer
Chip Matthews
Overdub Engineer
Williams Hank
Mastering Engineer
Jesse Amend
Overdub Engineer
Lyrics
There's a story that my daddy tells religiously
Like clockwork every time he see's an opening
In a conversation
'Bout the way things use to be
I just roll my eyes and make a beeline for the door
I'd always end up starry eyed, cross legged on the floor
Hanging onto every word
Man, the things I heard
It was harder times and longer days
Five miles to school uphill both ways
We were cane switched raised and dirt floor poor
Course that was back before the war
Yeah, your uncle and I made quite of pair
Flying F-15's through hostile air
He went down but they missed me by a hair
He'd always stop right there and say
That's something to be proud of
That's a life you can hang your hat on
As your chins held high as the tears fall down
Gut sucked in, chest stuck out
Like a small town flag a flying
Or a new born baby crying
In the arms of the woman that you love
That's something to be proud of
Son graduating college, that was momma's dream
But I was on my way to anywhere else when I turned eighteen
'Cause when you got a fast car
You think you got everything
I learned real quick those GTO's don't run off faith
I ended up broke down in some town north of LA
Working maximum hours
For minimum wage
I fell in love, next thing I know
Babies came and the car got sold
Sure do miss that old Hot Rod
But you sure save gas in them foreign jobs
Dad, I wonder if I ever let you down
If you're ashamed how I turned out
Well, he lowered his voice, then he raised his brow
Said let me tell you right now
That's something to be proud of
That's a life you can hang your hat on
No need to make a million, just be thankful to be working
If you're doing what you're able
Putting food there on the table
And providing for the family that you love
That's something to be proud of
And if all you ever really do is the best you can
Well, you did it man
That's something to be proud of
That's a life you can hang your hat on
As your chins held high as the tears fall down
Gut sucked in, chest stuck out
Like a small town flag a flying
Or a new born baby crying
In the arms of the woman that you love
That's something to be proud of
That's something to be proud of
That's something to be proud of
That's something to be proud of
Now that's something to be proud of
Written by: Chris Wallin, Jeffrey Steele