More songs by Thomas Rhett
Description
Additional Engineer, Producer, Programmer: Julian Bunetta
Composer Lyricist, Background Vocalist, Producer, Programmer: Mark Trussell
Producer: Dann Huff
Recording Engineer: Buckley Miller
Recording Second Engineer: Zach Kuhlman
Background Vocalist, Additional Engineer: Josh Reedy
Additional Engineer: Jeff Gunnell
Mixing Engineer: Sean Moffitt
Additional Mixing Engineer: Jase Keithley
Programmer, Digital Editing Engineer: David Huff
Digital Editing Engineer: Chris Small
Mastering Engineer: Nathan Dantzler
Mastering Second Engineer: Harrison Tate
Production Coordinator: Mike "Frog" Griffith
Composer Lyricist, Vocalist: Thomas Rhett
Programmer: Ammo
Composer Lyricist: Andy Albert
Composer Lyricist: Jordan Minton
Lyrics and translation
Original
Click-clack, yeah
Church boots
Yeah, my old truck is my new truck
It'll get me A to B and then to you truck
My coffee cup looks like my whiskey glass
Yeah, most folks stay the same here
Same town, sundown, drink the same beer
And my future looks a lot like my past
Nothin' wrong with that
Yeah, my old guitar is my new guitar
And the hole in the wall is my only bar
And the jeans with the rip in the knee
Are the ones that I wear on Friday night
And my T-shirt is my good shirt
Makin' money and I party on the same dirt
Go straight from the farm to the bar to the back row pew
Yeah, my work boots are my church boots
Church boots (click-clack)
Got the same luck that my dad did
And when I'm 80, I'ma probably be the same kid
I'm a redneck long haired son of a country song
And my first love is my same love
And I kiss her every mornin' when I wake up
And I plan to every mornin' 'til I'm gone
Ain't nothin' wrong
My old guitar is my new guitar
And the hole in the wall is my only bar
And the jeans with the rip in the knee
Are the ones that I wear on Friday night
And my T-shirt is my good shirt
Makin' money and I party on the same dirt
Go straight from the farm to the bar to the back row pew
Yeah, my work boots are my church boots
Church boots (click-clack)
They're all scuffed up man just like me
Tell a little story 'bout my history
Little mud on the back and a rip on the side
Don't think the good Lord minds
My church boots, mmm
Are my work boots and my party boots
And I'll probably wear 'em to the beach too
You get the idea
Yeah, my old guitar is my new guitar
And the hole in the wall is my only bar
And the jeans with the rip in the knee
Are the ones that I wear on Friday night
And my T-shirt is my good shirt
Makin' money and I party on the same dirt
Go straight from the farm to the bar to the back row pew
Yeah, my work boots are my church boots
Work boots are my church boots
Church boots, yeah, yeah
And my T-shirt is my good shirt
Makin' money and I party on the same dirt, yeah
Mmm-mmm