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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brad Cox
Brad Cox
Vocals
Shannon Forrest
Shannon Forrest
Drums
Brandon Hood
Brandon Hood
Electric Guitar
Gordon Mote
Gordon Mote
Keyboards
Bruce Bouton
Bruce Bouton
Steel Guitar
Trey Keller
Trey Keller
Background Vocals
Mark Hill
Mark Hill
Bass
Rob McNeiley
Rob McNeiley
Electric Guitar
Seth Morton
Seth Morton
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brad Cox
Brad Cox
Songwriter
Alex Hendrickson
Alex Hendrickson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brandon Hood
Brandon Hood
Producer
Trey Keller
Trey Keller
Editing Engineer
Drew Bollman
Drew Bollman
Recording Engineer
Matt Smith
Matt Smith
Recording Engineer
Kam Luchterhand
Kam Luchterhand
Assistant Engineer
Mark Hagen
Mark Hagen
Editing Engineer
Nathan Dantzler
Nathan Dantzler
Mastering Engineer
Seth Morton
Seth Morton
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Red hot nights on a Queensland run
Gonna check my brakes, gonna grab my gun
I’m a cowboy, Mama, got dirt on these hands
I’m an unholy man raised on holy land
One hundred acres just west of the rock
Got a dam out the back, might not seem like a lot
But it’s home to me and it’s home to the lady I love
And we’ve got a dog
I’ve been chasing these acres since eighteen years old
Now those acres are mine and they’re calling me home
I’m out on the road almost four nights a week
And as soon as I’m home, it’s just cold beer and sleep
I love the crowds and I love the boys in my band
But I also love these acres and dirt on this land
I’ve worked hard for all that we’ve gained
Not the prettiest dirt but it’s signed in our names
We fall in love more and more each day
We’ve got it made
I’ve been chasing these acres since eighteen years old
Now those acres are mine and they’re calling me home
I’m out on the road almost four nights a week
And as soon as I’m home, it’s just cold beer and weed
I love the crowds and I love the boys in my band
But I also love these acres and dirt on this land
I grew up in town but that’s not what I need
I need mountains and cows and more mouths to feed
Some tiny boots on the ground
And a daughter named Annalise
I’ve been chasing these acres since eighteen years old
Now those acres are mine and they’re calling me home
I’m out on the road almost four nights a week
And as soon as I’m home, it’s just cold beer and sleep
I love the crowds and I love the boys in my band
But I also love these acres
All the miles and the spaces
And damn, I love these acres and dirt on this land
Written by: Alex Henriksson, Brad Cox
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