Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kane Brown
Vocals
Dann Huff
Guitar
Dan Dugmore
Steel Guitar
Russell Terrell
Background Vocals
Matt Chamberlain
Drums
Charlie Judge
Keyboards
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Joeie Canaday
Bass
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kane Brown
Songwriter
Tom Douglas
Songwriter
Allen Shamblin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dann Huff
Producer
Polow Da Don
Executive Producer
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
Buckley Miller
Engineer
Chris Small
Editing Engineer
Daniel Bacigalupi
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Joe Baldridge
Engineer
Jordan Schmidt
Engineer
Josh Ditty
Assistant Engineer
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
Kam Luchterhand
Assistant Engineer
Seth Morton
Assistant Engineer
busbee
Vocal Producer
Lyrics
A cement building
White cinderblocks
And faded red lips
The sign read, cold spot
He worked behind the counter
To them he was an old man
When my world was crumbling
My grandpa gave me his hand
It was crickets, minnows, and kerosene
RC, moon pies, and a softball team
Learned about life
Learned about girls
Learned about living in this cold, cruel world
It's where you bought your tag for your white-tailed deer
Where the Southern Baptist bought the most beer
Hole in the wall with holes in the wall
From behind this counter you saw it all
At the cold spot
It was cool in July, warm in December
If I'll live a hundred years
I'll always remember
The song and the hum of the old ceiling fan
And his North Georgia voice saying, "Buddy you can"
Out here I'm just a kid tryna make a name
I am who I am because he raised Kane selling
Crickets, and minnows, and kerosene
RC, moon pies, and a softball team
Learned about life
Learned about girls
Learned about living in this cold, cruel world
It's where you bought your tag for your white-tailed deer
Where the Southern Baptist bought the most beer
A hole in the wall with holes in the wall
From behind this counter you saw it all
At the cold spot
Oh yeah
At the cold spot
It was crickets, minnows, and kerosene
RC, moon pies, and the softball team
Learned about life
Learned about girls
Learned about living in this cold, cruel world
It was heaven on earth when my world was hell
And the big stores came and the business failed
But all my memories are alive and well
At the cold spot
Oh yeah
At the cold spot
Take me back to the cold spot
Writer(s): Tom Douglas, Kane Brown, Allen Shamblin
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