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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zach Bryan
Lead Vocals
Zephyr Avalon
Bass
Eddie Spear
Percussion
Elijah Gastelum
Gang Vocals
Lucas Ruge-Jones
Mandolin
Read Connolly
Gang Vocals
Graham Bright
Electric Guitar
Olivia Jane
Background Vocals
Steve Clark
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zach Bryan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zach Bryan
Producer
Eddie Spear
Mixing Engineer
Zack Pancoast
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
It's a motorcycle drive by
Baby, dry your kind eyes
I think it's about time we headed home
Walking on such tight rope, with my damn high hopes
Country boys don't die alone
[Verse 1]
Reading poetry under shade trees
That woman, she's my baby
I will be in Richmond by tonight
With so much shame inside me
I just want to hide me
But they want to hear me sing my songs under lights
[Chorus]
It's a motorcycle drive by
Baby, dry your kind eyes
I think it's about time we headed home
Walking on such tight rope, with my damn high hopes
The country boys don't die alone
[Verse 2]
Everyday's so fleeting and I have been trying to save it while I can
The look on her face, all these hot humid days
And the boys in my damn band
[Chorus]
It's a motorcycle drive by
Baby, dry your kind eyes
I think it's about time we headed home
Walking such a tight rope, with my damn high hopes
Country boys don't die alone
[Outro]
Reading poetry under shade trees
That woman, she's my baby
I will be in Richmond by tonight
With so much shame inside me
I just want to hide me
They want to hear me sing my songs under lights
Written by: Zachary Lane Bryan