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Nate Smith - California Gold (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nate Smith
Nate Smith
Vocals
Tim Galloway
Tim Galloway
Acoustic Guitar
Evan Hutchings
Evan Hutchings
Drums
Tony Lucido
Tony Lucido
Bass
Lindsay Rimes
Lindsay Rimes
Background Vocals
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Justin Schipper
Justin Schipper
Steel Guitar
Alex Wright
Alex Wright
Keyboards
Danielle Blakey
Danielle Blakey
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nate Smith
Nate Smith
Songwriter
John Byron
John Byron
Songwriter
Ashley Gorley
Ashley Gorley
Songwriter
Taylor Delmar Phillips
Taylor Delmar Phillips
Songwriter
Lindsay Rimes
Lindsay Rimes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lindsay Rimes
Lindsay Rimes
Producer
Kam Luchterhand
Kam Luchterhand
Recording Engineer
Zach Kuhlman
Zach Kuhlman
Assistant Engineer
Jim Cooley
Jim Cooley
Mixing Engineer
Nathan Dantzler
Nathan Dantzler
Mastering Engineer
Harrison Tate
Harrison Tate
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Passing 'round a fifth where the cops couldn't find us
Sneakin' prime times just to catch a midnight buzz
Burnin' that gas till the last truck was runnin' on fumes
[Verse 2]
Cotton on a limb by the Honey Run River
Jordans on the bank while you're jumpin' in with her
And talking them six strings and it gettin' me out there soon
[Chorus]
All them days were like waves
Yeah, they rolled, didn't know just how fast they would go
All them nights, paradise
We were young, we were dumb, burning hot like the sun
And you can't put a price on the good times that never get old
California gold
California gold
[Verse 3]
Can't beat the view or the girls or the weather
Ain't it a shame you can't stay young forever?
Those three little words almost turned this Honda around
Wonder what she's doing now
[Chorus]
All them days were like waves
Yeah, they rolled, didn't know just how fast they would go
All them nights, paradise
We were young, we were dumb, burning hot like the sun
And you can't put a price on the good times that never get old
California gold
California gold
[Verse 4]
Always right there in the back of my mind
Them take-you-back-home roads get to rewindin'
Me right back to that old silver linin'
[Chorus]
All them days were like waves
Yeah, they rolled, didn't know just how fast they would go
All them nights, paradise
We were young, we were dumb, burning hot like the sun
And you can't put a price on the good times that never get old
California gold
California gold
[Outro]
California gold
Whoa, yeah
California gold
Written by: Ashley Gorley, John Byron, Lindsay Rimes, Nate Smith, Taylor Delmar Phillips
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