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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Colt Ford
Colt Ford
Lead Vocals
Michael Tyler
Michael Tyler
Vocals
Dylan Maloney
Dylan Maloney
Programming
Sol Philcox-Littlefield
Sol Philcox-Littlefield
Electric Guitar
Rob McNelley
Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Acoustic Guitar
Chris Haughey
Chris Haughey
Bass
Miles McPherson
Miles McPherson
Drums
Billy Nobel
Billy Nobel
Keyboards
Andy Ellison
Andy Ellison
Steel Guitar
Ethan Cole
Ethan Cole
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cole Taylor
Cole Taylor
Composer
Michael Tyler
Michael Tyler
Composer
Thomas Archer
Thomas Archer
Composer
Lalo Guzman
Lalo Guzman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dylan Maloney
Dylan Maloney
Producer
Chris Utley
Chris Utley
Engineer
Jim Cooley
Jim Cooley
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Mendelson at Georgetown Mastering
Andrew Mendelson at Georgetown Mastering
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

These boots
They're the same ones we work in
Go to church in on Sunday morning
These trucks
If they ain't covered up in dust
They covered up in mud because it's storming
We all got a neck about as red as a Texaco star
And a collar about as blue as the light at the bar
Yeah in a town like this
If you leave you're gonna miss the hell out of it
Yeah I know it ain't much
But people like us love the hell out of it
That hard-earned yeah we burn the hell out of it
Them six-packs we tip back the hell out of it
Momma prays the devil stays the hell out of this life we're given
Because we're down here living the hell out of it
Us boys
Love drinking in these fields where we're gonna build a house up someday
With one of these girls
With that back-home in her smile
Gonna settle down that wild one day
'Til then every time that red sun's sinking
We'll be hanging around here out here singing
Yeah in a town like this
If you leave you're gonna miss the hell out of it
Yeah I know it ain't much
But people like us love the hell out of it
That hard-earned yeah we burn the hell out of it
Them six-packs we tip back the hell out of it
Momma prays the devil stays the hell out of this life we're given
Because we're down here living the hell out of it
Yeah the hell out of it
We all got a neck about as a red as a Texaco star
And a collar about as blue as the light at the bar
Yeah in a town like this
If you leave you're gonna miss the hell out of it
Yeah I know it ain't much
But people like us love the hell out of it
That hard-earned yeah we burn the hell out of it
Them six-packs we tip back the hell out of it
Momma prays the devil stays the hell out of this life we're given
Because we're down here living the hell out of it
Yeah the hell out of it
Yeah we gonna be living it big down here ain't we buddy?
Let's show 'em how we do it
Written by: Cole Taylor, Lalo Guzman, Michael Tyler, Thomas Archer
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