Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Morgan Wallen
Morgan Wallen
Vocals
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Drums
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass Guitar
Tom Bukovac
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Acoustic Guitar
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Morgan Wallen
Morgan Wallen
Songwriter
Ernest Keith Smith
Ernest Keith Smith
Songwriter
Ryan Vojtesak
Ryan Vojtesak
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Producer
Scott Cooke
Scott Cooke
Editing Engineer
Eivind Nordland
Eivind Nordland
Editing Engineer
Josh Ditty
Josh Ditty
Recording Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Ryan Yount
Ryan Yount
Editing Engineer
Lucas Glenney-Tegtmeier
Lucas Glenney-Tegtmeier
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I hate that S-Class Benz
That you're so damn proud of
You hate my truck
'Cause you can't climb out of it
And I'll admit it, girl
I said it and I meant it
Yeah, I loved you for a minute
But we damn sure different
It's been a week since you went and hit the highway
You made it clear that I oughta have it my way
But my way looks a whole lot better
With just my truck in the driveway
[Chorus]
And I hope you find you a high rollin' high rise view
That you don't get in the country
And I hope you find you a guy
With some dollar sign eyes and a pocket full of money
And it ain't that I want you to think
That I hate every single little thing you do
But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you
Well, I hope that's true
[Verse 2]
You got drunk one night
And told me I was white trash
I was high, but I guess I wasn't high class
Enough to show up with you on your arm
We were never gonna be two kids on a farm
[Chorus]
And I hope you find you a high rollin' high rise view
That you don't get in the country
And I hope you find you a guy
With some dollar sign eyes and a pocket full of money
And it ain't that I want you to think
That I hate every single little thing you do
But when you say that I ain't ever
Gonna find nobody just like you
I hope that's true
[Bridge]
I could sit here bitter and bitchin'
And wishing things woulda gone different
But that don't sound nothin' like me at all
Honey, who the hell am I kiddin'?
[Chorus]
And I hope you find you a high rollin' high rise view
That you don't get in the country
And I hope you find you a guy
With some dollar sign eyes and a pocket full of money
And it ain't that I want you to think
That I hate every single little thing you do
But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you
I hope that's true
[Outro]
Yeah, I hope that's true
Oh, I hope that's true
I hope that's true
Written by: Ernest Keith Smith, Morgan Wallen, Ryan Vojtesak
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