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Florida Georgia Line - Grow Old (Static Version)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brian Kelley
Brian Kelley
Vocals
Charlie Judge
Charlie Judge
Keyboards
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass Guitar
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Programming
Russ Pahl
Russ Pahl
Pedal Steel Guitar
Tyler Hubbard
Tyler Hubbard
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zachary Kale
Zachary Kale
Songwriter
Canaan Smith
Canaan Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Eivind Nordland
Eivind Nordland
Assistant Engineer
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Producer
Scott Cooke
Scott Cooke
Editing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Tell me that you love me, say we'll always work it out
I know it's kinda scary but it's only temporary doubt
I've done a lot of stupid things but promise that you're gonna stay
Long enough to grow old with me
[Verse 2]
We're gonna see the good times, love each other through the bad
It's gonna hurt like hell when we lose our moms and dads
So let my shoulder hold your tears, walk beside me through the years
Baby, let's see where this love could lead
[Verse 3]
Let's hold hands on your favorite beach
Fix up a house that we found in the city limits
Tangled up in a satin sheet
And get a little loud when we've had too much to drink
And learn to love from a church pew
Laugh about the times we counted pennies
Buy some land with a good view to start a family
Baby, grow old with me
[Verse 4]
It's gonna take a little time, we'll have to work at it everyday
We're gonna lose a lot of sleep and learn to eat out of a microwave
You know we'll probably never have it all
But that's part of building up the walls strong enough
To stand up through the rain
[Verse 5]
We'll make some love on your favorite beach
And at the house that we found in the city limits
Talk our babies through the bad dreams
When they get a little older we'll tell them not to drink
Book a church when she finds a groom
Laugh about all the times they'll count the pennies
Give them land with a good view to start a family
And, baby, you know we might
Take a turn at a bad road
Maybe go where the wind blows, baby
But end up right where we were meant to be, yeah
[Verse 6]
Back and forth on a porch swing, huh
Hard not to smile thinking how it don't get much better
Our baby's baby's turning eighteen, what a family, hmm
Baby, grow old with me
Baby, grow old with me
Baby, grow old with me, yeah
Tell me that you love me, say we'll always work it out
Written by: Canaan Smith, Zachary Kale
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