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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mitchell Tenpenny
Mitchell Tenpenny
Background Vocals
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Banjo
Jordan Schmidt
Jordan Schmidt
Programming
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass Guitar
Nir Z
Nir Z
Drums
Devin Dawson
Devin Dawson
Banjo
Alex Wright
Alex Wright
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mitchell Tenpenny
Mitchell Tenpenny
Songwriter
Jordan Schmidt
Jordan Schmidt
Songwriter
Andrew Albert
Andrew Albert
Songwriter
Devin Dawson
Devin Dawson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mitchell Tenpenny
Mitchell Tenpenny
Co-Producer
Jordan Schmidt
Jordan Schmidt
Producer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

She had faded red paint on her windshield Said, "Zero dollars down, come make a deal" Passed by it every day till I couldn't pass it up no more Rocking three good years and miss you lane A tailgate hanging on by a thread With an old V8 knock-knocking on heaven's door Lord knows it wasn't perfect But every hour I cut to earn it was worth it Hell, yeah, those were the good days Driving by my own rules Well, I crowned myself the king of the highway Man, I never felt more cool They say ain't nothin' like the first time And it was love at first drive Yeah, I owned that road in that rusty gold old truck I drove in high school I was playing chicken with a check engine light Sent a twenty dollar bill to the emission guy Got her shined up good for that game every Friday night Lord knows it wasn't perfect But I was happy it was working (Working) Hell, yeah, those were the good days Driving by my own rules Well, I crowned myself the king of the highway Man, I never felt more cool, yeah, it's true They say ain't nothin' like the first time And it was love at first drive Yeah, I owned that road in that rusty gold old truck I drove in high school (That truck I drove) I kinda wonder where she's at these days I bet she's running like nothin's changed Duck tape, zip tie, static on the radio Driving on the back, kissing on twenty-four Hell, yeah, those were the good days Driving by my own rules Well, I crowned myself the king of the highway Man, I never felt more cool, yeah, it's true They say ain't nothin' like the first time And it was love at first drive Yeah, I owned that road in that rusty gold old truck I drove in high school I kinda wonder where she's at these days I kinda wonder where she's at these days I kinda wonder where she's at these days I kinda wonder, I kinda wonder I kinda wonder where she's at these days I kinda wonder where she's at these days I kinda wonder where she's at these days I kinda wonder, I kinda wonder
Writer(s): Andy Albert, Mitchell Tenpenny, Devin Dawson, Jordan Mark Schmidt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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