Lyrics: Casey Beathard/Ellie Balkcom/Jimi Bell/Powell Balkcom
Music: Casey Beathard/Ellie Balkcom/Jimi Bell/Powell Balkcom
Producer: Beau Bedford
Top down, bad brakes
Three miles a gallon
Three gallons, five bucks
Shortcuts, unpaved
Roads that lead to nowhere
But somewhere seems to find us
This is gonna be the old way one day
That never really crossed my mind
If I could go back there right now
I'd cut a deal with Father Time
I wanna live back there, back then
But then again, right where I am
Ain't just some brand-new someday
This is gonna be the old way one day
Porch swing, boyfriend
Daddy's cleaning shotguns
Right there on the front steps
Heartbreak, I hated him
Mama's drying tears up
For seven months of sunsets
This is gonna be the old way one day
That never really crossed my mind
If I could go back there right now
I'd cut a deal with Father Time
I wanna live back there, back then
But then again, right where I am
Ain't just some brand-new someday
This is gonna be the old way one day
This is gonna be the old way one day
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Right here, right now
I'm barefoot on the front porch
Watching the sun go down
This is gonna be the old way one day
I'm gonna hold that thought in mind
And make the most of what I've got
Instead of holding up Father Time
I might miss back there, back then
But then again, right where I am
Ain't just some brand-new someday
This is gonna be the old way one day
This is gonna be the old way one day
The old way one day
This is gonna be the old way one day
Ooh-ooh
This is gonna be the old way one day
Banjo: Powell Balkcom
Bass: Misa Arriaga
Electric Guitar: Beau Bedford
Acoustic Guitar: Beau Bedford/Russ Pahl
Drums: Aksel Coe
Mastering Engineer: Adam Grover
Vocals: Ellie Balkcom/Lily Balkcom
Mandolin: Matt Combs
Mixing Engineer: Phillip Smith