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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chase Matthew
Chase Matthew
Vocals
Blake Bollinger
Blake Bollinger
Programming
Tim Galloway
Tim Galloway
Acoustic Guitar
Austin Shawn
Austin Shawn
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Blake Bollinger
Blake Bollinger
Songwriter
Chris Tompkins
Chris Tompkins
Songwriter
Jacob Hackworth
Jacob Hackworth
Songwriter
Michael Tyler
Michael Tyler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Blake Bollinger
Blake Bollinger
Producer
Austin Shawn
Austin Shawn
Producer
Brian David Willis
Brian David Willis
Editing Engineer
Drew Bollman
Drew Bollman
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

There's a field where I hit my first home run, they never found the ball
There's those woods where I had my first dance with alcohol
Bar where my first band played, even though we were underage
See that steeple, hind those maples, that's where I got saved
Feels like I've rode these roads a million times
A million memories right before my eyes
Driving through my hometown, flipping off my best friends
Banging up a johnboat, throwing shiners on some heavy bend
Stopping at my grandpa's, working on a two-stroke
Saying you know nothing 'bout what's coming through this radio
When it's my last settin' sun, said and done
Saying goodbye with one hand hanging out the window
I hope heaven's like driving through my hometown
Driving through my hometown
Me and my buddy ran that barbwire, we set every post
His sister called me just last month and said he overdosed
Didn't get along with the cops, but they lit up that line of trucks
I pray one day it'll be the way it was
Driving through my hometown, flipping off my best friends
Picking up my first love just to let her break my heart again
Stopping at my mamaw's, picking through tomato rows
Wish I wasn't blind to all the signs that she was gettin' old
When it's my last settin' sun, said and done
Saying goodbye with one hand hanging out the window
I hope heaven's like driving through my hometown
Driving through my hometown
And that shotgun seat there'd be my favorite dog
Around that curve, there won't be a cross
Driving through my hometown, flipping off my best friends
Banging up a johnboat, throwing shiners on some river bend
Stopping at my grandpaw's, working on a two-stroke
Singing every song they kept on playing through his radio
When it's my last settin' sun, said and done
Saying goodbye with one hand hanging out the window
I hope heaven's like driving through my hometown (oh, I hope heaven's like)
Driving through my hometown
Written by: Blake Bollinger, Chris Tompkins, Jacob Hackworth, Michael Tyler
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