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Description
Producer, Mixing Engineer: Jay Joyce
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Jason Hall
Recording Second Engineer: Bobby Louden
Recording Second Engineer: Jaxon Hargrove
Vocal Producer: Byron Gallimore
Vocal Engineer: Erik Lutkins
Mastering Engineer: Andrew Mendelson
Production Coordinator: Court Blankenship
Vocalist: HARDY
Vocalist: Tim McGraw
Vocalist: Eric Church
Vocalist: Morgan Wallen
Composer Lyricist: Michael Hardy
Composer Lyricist: Chase McGill
Composer Lyricist: Jameson Rodgers
Composer Lyricist: Josh Thompson
Lyrics and translation
Original
My name's John McArthur and I worked this dirt 'til they laid me down in it in my one good shirt.
I kept my family fed with a mule and a plow.
I'm a whisper in the wind through the pine trees now.
And my bloodline, it bled on this ground.
Soon we all find that's where we're bound. And
Father Time don't leave anyone out.
When you pass on, what you gonna pass down?
I'm Junior McArthur and I joined my old man by way of a bullet and a re-hatted man.
Left behind my woman and my boy named Jones.
Never got to meet him, but he's carrying the nome.
My bloodline, it bled on this ground.
Soon we'll all find that's where we're bound.
And Father Time don't leave anyone out.
When you pass on, what you gonna pass down?
I'm
Jones McArthur and I tried like hell to teach my son why a man don't sell.
But he came home from college seeing dollar signs.
Didn't wanna go to work, just wanted me to die. I'm Hunter
McArthur and the deal looks good.
In eighteen months, this'll be a neighborhood.
I got a million-dollar line I could sign my name on, but there's a whisper in the pines that's telling me, "Don't.
" Saying my bloodline, it bled on this ground.
Soon we all find that's where we're bound.
And Father Time don't leave anyone out.
Now, when you pass on, what you gonna pass down?
When you pass on, what you gonna pass down?
Gonna pass down, gonna pass down, gonna pass down!
English translation
My name's John McArthur and I worked this dirt 'til they laid me down in it in my one good shirt.
I kept my family fed with a mule and a plow.
I'm a whisper in the wind through the pine trees now.
And my bloodline, it bled on this ground.
Soon we all find that's where we're bound. And
Father Time don't leave anyone out.
When you pass on, what you gonna pass down?
I'm Junior McArthur and I joined my old man by way of a bullet and a re-hatted man.
Left behind my woman and my boy named Jones.
Never got to meet him, but he's carrying the nome.
My bloodline, it bled on this ground.
Soon we'll all find that's where we're bound.
And Father Time don't leave anyone out.
When you pass on, what you gonna pass down?
I'm
Jones McArthur and I tried like hell to teach my son why a man don't sell.
But he came home from college seeing dollar signs.
Didn't wanna go to work, just wanted me to die. I'm Hunter
McArthur and the deal looks good.
In eighteen months, this'll be a neighborhood.
I got a million-dollar line I could sign my name on, but there's a whisper in the pines that's telling me, "Don't.
" Saying my bloodline, it bled on this ground.
Soon we all find that's where we're bound.
And Father Time don't leave anyone out.
Now, when you pass on, what you gonna pass down?
When you pass on, what you gonna pass down?
Gonna pass down, gonna pass down, gonna pass down!