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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dylan Marlowe
Dylan Marlowe
Lead Vocals
Zach Abend
Zach Abend
Programming
Jeb Gipson
Jeb Gipson
Background Vocals
David Dorn
David Dorn
Piano
Joe Fox
Joe Fox
Background Vocals
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Drums
Justin Schipper
Justin Schipper
Steel Guitar
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Mark D. Hill
Mark D. Hill
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Marlowe
Dylan Marlowe
Songwriter
Zach Abend
Zach Abend
Songwriter
Jeb Gipson
Jeb Gipson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zach Abend
Zach Abend
Producer
Joe Fox
Joe Fox
Producer
Jim Cooley
Jim Cooley
Mixing Engineer
Zach Kuhlman
Zach Kuhlman
Assistant Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Money can't buy growin'-up-without-money
Running 'round the yard, with your bare feet muddy
Mama made you tuck your shirt for church on Sunday
And you're thinkin' that you got it bad
You wonder if it'd be a little different in the city
What it'd be like to live like them kids on the TV
Anywhere but any part of this nitty-gritty
Little bigger dot on the map
Yeah, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
It was easy to see what all we didn't have
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, but sittin' here, grown up, lookin' back
I wouldn't have it any other way, thank God I was born and raised
Down there, where the street ends and the creek bends
Weekends, we'd spend our money on
Cold beers from the county store, a couple inches on a four-by-four
Lord knows there's a lot of ways that we coulda came up, buddy
But I'm glad we grew up country
I'm glad we grew up country
Yeah, Daddy drove an old Ford truck till it died
And we drove him crazy when he pulled in the drive
He taught us how to hunt, tie a hook, and wet a line
He always said, "Boy, trust me
You be glad you grew up country"
I wouldn't have it any other way, thank God I was born and raised
Down there, where the street ends and the creek bends
Weekends, we'd spend our money on
Cold beers from the county store, a couple inches on a four-by-four
Lord knows there's a lot of ways that we coulda came up, buddy
But I'm glad we grew up country
I wouldn't have it any other way, thank God I was born and raised
Down there, where the street ends and the creek bends
Weekends, we'd spend our money on
Cold beers from the county store, a couple inches on a four-by-four
Lord knows there's a lot of ways that we coulda came up, buddy
But I'm glad we grew up country
Yeah, I'm glad we grew up country
Yeah, money can't buy growin'-up-without-money
Running 'round the yard, with your bare feet muddy
Written by: Dylan Marlowe, Jeb Gipson, Zach Abend
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