The way I talk, I guess I got it from my pops Product of some kneelin' down In a town where the doors don't lock And there's a million other people like me From a scene a little more podunk than pop I didn't choose being born in the sticks And I'll be damned if I sound like something I ain't For some folks, a backroad gets old But for me, it just can't
Somewhere now, someone's out there Sippin' on some hundred proof Everyday, a baby's born with some baby blues A good ol' boy's got on his faded boots Workin' a nine to five I'm just another southern hell raiser Ain't breakin' ground Makin' sound for them drop-it-down tailgaters But y'all, that's all I know to say So if you think I'm full of it, ain't done it, check the resume
Compositores: Michael Wilson Hardy (BMI), Morgan Cole Wallen (Morgan C Wallen) (BMI), Ryan Vojtesak (Charlie Handsome) (BMI)Editores: Relative Music Group (BMI), Sony/ATV Songs LLC (BMI), Sony/ATV Tree Publishing (BMI)Administração: Sony Music Publishing LLC, Sony/ATV Tree Publishing (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #31604319 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM