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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blake Shelton
Blake Shelton
Lead Vocals
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Programming
Nir Z
Nir Z
Drums
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Mark Hill
Mark Hill
Bass
Adam Shoenfeld
Adam Shoenfeld
Electric Guitar
Blair Masters
Blair Masters
Piano
Troy Lancaster
Troy Lancaster
Electric Guitar
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Steel Guitar
Perry Coleman
Perry Coleman
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brock Berryhill
Brock Berryhill
Songwriter
Bobby Pinson
Bobby Pinson
Songwriter
Jay Brunswick
Jay Brunswick
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scott Hendricks
Scott Hendricks
Producer
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
Drew Bollman
Drew Bollman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Luke Armentrout
Luke Armentrout
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Adam Battershell
Adam Battershell
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Jacob Friga
Jacob Friga
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Nir Z
Nir Z
Recording Engineer
Phil O'Donnell
Phil O'Donnell
Recording Engineer
Brian David Willis
Brian David Willis
Editing Engineer
Sean Badum
Sean Badum
Assistant Engineer
Clarke Schleicher
Clarke Schleicher
Assistant Engineer
Kelsey Porter
Kelsey Porter
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Chevrolet, that's what the faded letters used to say
On the chain the dealer gave me
On the day I drove it away
[Verse 2]
Room 202, I didn't turn it in like you're s'posed to
I was eighteen, she was twenty-two
In that spring break hotel room
I learned a thing or two
[Chorus]
And it hangs there on a hook by my front door
Half of them don't even work no more
But I remember what each one used to be for
On a ring that holds the keys that unlock me
[Verse 3]
Master lock
I got more of those than most folks got
This gold one goes to the gate where we used to drink a lot
At the edge of Grandpa's crops
When he sold it, I stole it from underneath that rock
[Chorus]
It hangs there on a hook by my front door
Half of them don't even work no more
But I remember what each one used to be for
On a ring that holds the keys that unlock me
[Chorus]
This one here's a spare I'll never throw away
Mama put it there for me, just in case
I ever came back home one day
Still on the ring that holds the keys that unlock me
Written by: Bobby Pinson, Brock Berryhill, Jay Brunswick
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