Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andrew Hyatt
Andrew Hyatt
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert J. Ritchie
Robert J. Ritchie
Songwriter
Morgan Wallen
Morgan Wallen
Songwriter
Mitchell Tenpenny
Mitchell Tenpenny
Songwriter
Andrew Paul Albert
Andrew Paul Albert
Songwriter
Jordan Schmidt
Jordan Schmidt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scott Cooke
Scott Cooke
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, I remember I was 8 years old  
 With a blank tape waiting on the radio 
 Come on, man, I wanna hear the stones 
 I wanna play it back on repeat
 Yeah, I remember the first of many 
 Long nights with a girl named Brittany 
 She took me down to the paradise city
 In my Jeep Grand Cherokee
 Man, I believe
  
 There's still something ‘bout a guitar cranked up 
 Head banging to the beat of the bass drum
 Still something ‘bout a sold out show 
 In the second row
 With your girl on your shoulders
 Still something ‘bout raising a cold beer 
 When the lights fire up and the crowd cheers 
 From muscle shoals to Abbey Road
 Sweet child to sweet home
 Still something ‘bout rock n roll 
 Still something ‘bout rock n roll
  
 I like it best when the solo’s screaming 
 Wake up next day with my ears still ringing 
 It’s a whole lot more than a feeling
 More than a feeling
  
 There's still something ‘bout a guitar cranked up 
 Head banging to the beat of the bass drum
 Still something ‘bout a sold out show 
 In the second row
 With your girl on your shoulders
 Still something ‘bout raising a cold beer 
 When the lights fire up and the crowd cheers 
 From muscle shoals to Abbey Road
 Sweet child to sweet home
 Still something ‘bout rock n roll 
 Still something ‘bout rock n roll
  
 Keep on rockin’ me, baby 
 Keep on rockin’ me, baby
 Keep on rockin’, keep on rockin’
 Keep on rockin’ me, baby 
 Keep on rockin’ me, baby
 Keep on rockin’, keep on rockin’
 Keep on rockin’ me, baby 
  
 There's still something ‘bout a guitar cranked up 
 Head banging to the beat of the bass drum
 Still something ‘bout a sold out show 
 In the second row
 With your girl on your shoulders
 Still something ‘bout raising a cold beer 
 When the lights fire up and the crowd cheers 
 From muscle shoals to Abbey Road
 Sweet child to sweet home
 Still something ‘bout rock n roll 
 Still something ‘bout rock n roll
Written by: Andrew Paul Albert, Jordan Schmidt, Mitchell Tenpenny, Morgan Wallen, Robert J. Ritchie
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