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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Thomas Rhett
Thomas Rhett
Vocals
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Electric Guitar
Jesse Frasure
Jesse Frasure
Programming
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Programming
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass Guitar
Charlie Judge
Charlie Judge
Piano
Chris Kimmerer
Chris Kimmerer
Drums
Stevie Frasure
Stevie Frasure
Background Vocals
Josh Reedy
Josh Reedy
Background Vocals
David Huff
David Huff
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thomas Rhett
Thomas Rhett
Songwriter
Jesse Frasure
Jesse Frasure
Songwriter
Ashley Gorley
Ashley Gorley
Songwriter
Ernest Keith Smith
Ernest Keith Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Producer
Jesse Frasure
Jesse Frasure
Producer
Joe Baldridge
Joe Baldridge
Recording Engineer
Joel McKenney
Joel McKenney
Assistant Recording Engineer
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
Drew Bollman
Drew Bollman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Adam Ayan
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
Chris Small
Chris Small
Editing Engineer
David Huff
David Huff
Editing Engineer

Lyrics

Click-clack, yeah
Church boots
Yeah, my old truck is my new truck
It'll get me A to B and then to you truck
My coffee cup looks like my whiskey glass
Yeah, most folks stay the same here
Same town, sundown, drink the same beer
And my future looks a lot like my past
Nothin' wrong with that
Yeah, my old guitar is my new guitar
And the hole-in-the-wall is my only bar
And the jeans with the rip in the knee
Are the ones that I wear on Friday night
And my T-shirt is my good shirt
Makin' money and I party on the same dirt
Go straight from the farm to the bar to the back row pew
Yeah, my work boots are my church boots
My church boots
Click-clack
Got the same luck that my dad did
And when I'm eighty, I'ma probably be the same kid
I'm a redneck, long-haired son of a country song
And my first love is my same love
And I kiss her every mornin' when I wake up
And I plan to every mornin' till I'm gone
Ain't nothin' wrong
My old guitar is my new guitar
And the hole-in-the-wall is my only bar
And the jeans with the rip in the knee
Are the ones that I wear on Friday night
And my T-shirt is my good shirt
Makin' money and I party on the same dirt
Go straight from the farm to the bar to the back row pew
Yeah, my work boots are my church boots
My church boots
Click-clack
They're all scuffed up, man, just like me
Tell a little story 'bout my history
Little mud on the back and a rip on the side
Don't think the good Lord minds
My church boots, mmm
Are my work boots and my party boots
And I'll probably wear 'em to the beach, too, you get the idea
Yeah, my old guitar is my new guitar
And the hole-in-the-wall is my only bar
And the jeans with the rip in the knee
Are the ones that I wear on Friday night
And my T-shirt is my good shirt
Makin' money and I party on the same dirt
Go straight from the farm to the bar to the back row pew
Yeah, my work boots are my church boots
Work boots are my church boots
My church boots
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, my T-shirt is my good shirt
Makin' money and I party on the same dirt, yeah
Mmm-mmm
Written by: Ashley Gorley, Ernest Keith Smith, Jesse Frasure, Thomas Rhett
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