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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Riley Green
Vocals
Dann Huff
Programming
Josh Reedy
Background Vocals
Justin Niebank
Programming
Kris Donegan
Electric Guitar
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Dan Dugmore
Steel Guitar
Stuart Duncan
Fiddle
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass Guitar
Charlie Judge
Hammond Organ
Evan Hutchings
Drums
David Huff
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Riley Green
Songwriter
Chris DuBois
Songwriter
Bobby Pinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dann Huff
Producer
Scott Borchetta
Executive Producer
Zach Kuhlman
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jimmy Harnen
Executive Producer
Buckley Miller
Recording Engineer
Josh Reedy
Additional Engineer
Chris Small
Editing Engineer
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
Drew Bollman
Mixing Engineer
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
David Huff
Editing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
If you've met me, then you've met my old man
He'll look you in your eyes and shake your hand
Where I'm from, what I believe
Might as well be on my sleeve
And you don't have to wonder who I am
[Chorus]
It ain't like you can't see these old worn out boots
Hear this drawl when I talk to you
Son, as soon as I pull up, there's no denying
That sacred ground stuck in my tread
The red that's right there on my neck
Hell, there ain't no use in me trying to fight it
It ain't like I can hide it
[Verse 2]
There's a farm with a flag on a barn on a gravel road
And a swing on a porch of the house that I call home
That's where this boy became a man
You might wonder where I stand
But if you've been there, hell, you already know
[Chorus]
'Cause it ain't like you can't see these old worn out boots
Hear this drawl when I talk to you
Son, as soon as I pull up, there's no denying
That sacred ground stuck in my tread
The red that's right there on my neck
Hell, there ain't no use in me trying to fight it
It ain't like I can hide it
It ain't like I can hide it
[Bridge]
No, I can't hide the Skoal ring in my blue jeans
Hide the small town in my blood
Hide the country, there's just some things that you can't cover up
[Chorus]
It ain't like you can't see these old worn out boots
Hear this drawl when I talk to you
Son, as soon as I pull up, there's no denying
That sacred ground stuck in my tread
The red that's right there on my neck
Hell, there ain't no use in me trying to fight it
It ain't like I can hide it
It ain't like I can hide it
It ain't like I can hide it, no
Written by: Bobby Pinson, Chris DuBois, Riley Green