Top Songs By Drake White
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drake White
Vocals
Jonathan Singleton
Acoustic Guitar
Williams Coats
Drums
Jamie Davis
Baritone Guitar
Trevor McKay
Electric Guitar
Dustin Nunley
Electric Guitar
David Duncan
Piano
Colton Parker
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Drake White
Composer
Jacob Lutz
Composer
Reid Isbell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Drake White
Producer
Jonathan Singleton
Producer
David Broyles
Mixing Engineer
Williams Coats
Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Redneck hardware to gypsy soul
I was born to run like the river rolls
I'm that fire where you see that smoke
I'm a lone wolf howling
A red-tailed hawk that's done found its wings
I was ready to be high, wild, and free
As soon as I could, I couldn't wait to leave
And what I found is
Getting gone and raising hell showed me what I needed
'Cause that medicine and that man thought I was leaving
[Chorus]
And it's been way too long away from them potluck Alabama roots, yeah
And I need some tomato-growing ground up under these boots
If I'm gonna find my way back to that old me feeling
Just what the doctor ordered, I need some my-crowd, hometown healing
[Verse 2]
Listen, get on back to where it started
The baby blue pews and the magic carpet
Mountaintop tread, day farmer's market
And let it flow right through ya
Momma's got gossip in the beauty shop
While my daddy's making sure that supper gets caught
Sister blowing smoke in the Piggly Wiggly parking lot
That's my remedy
[Chorus]
It's been way too long away from them potluck Alabama roots, yeah
And I need some tomato-growing ground up under these boots
If I'm gonna find my way back to that old me feeling
Just what the doctor ordered, I need some my-crowd, hometown healing
Yeah, some of that hometown healing, yeah
[Bridge]
Oh, that Appalachian highway, hand me down Chevrolet, where everybody talks with a drawl
Catfish buffet fried right at the lake, hush puppies sitting by the slaw
Start to feel better, everybody get together and it's hard not to believe in
The front pew praying, back road waving, down home hometown healing
[Chorus]
It's been way too long away from them potluck Alabama roots, yeah
And I need some tomato-growing ground up under these boots, yeah
If I'm gonna find my way back to that old me feeling
Just what the doctor ordered, I need some my-crowd, hometown healing
[Outro]
Some my-crowd, hometown healing, yeah, some of that hometown healing, babe
Yeah, yeah, hometown healing
Written by: Drake White, Jacob Lutz, Reid Isbell