Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Morgan Wallen
Morgan Wallen
Vocals
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Programming
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Drums
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Acoustic Guitar
Charlie Handsome
Charlie Handsome
Programming
Tom Bukovac
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Morgan Wallen
Morgan Wallen
Songwriter
Michael Hardy
Michael Hardy
Songwriter
Ryan Vojtesak
Ryan Vojtesak
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Producer
Jeff Balding
Jeff Balding
Recording Engineer
Josh Ditty
Josh Ditty
Assistant Recording Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Ally Gecewicz
Ally Gecewicz
Editing Engineer
Eivind Nordland
Eivind Nordland
Editing Engineer
Scott Cooke
Scott Cooke
Editing Engineer

Lyrics

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 back road gets old But for me, it just can't 'Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd We're sippin' clear, drinkin' beer on a Friday night Every country girl got on her cutoffs Shakin' her hips, take a trip, buddy tell me I'm a liar Still circle up big trucks around a fire Still kickin' up some dust behind the tires Call it cliché, but hey, just take it from me It's still goin' down out in the country Somewhere now, someone's out there Sippin' on some hundred proof Every day, 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 'Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd We're sippin' clear, drinkin' beer on a Friday night Every country girl got on her cut offs Shakin' her hips, take a trip, buddy tell me I'm a liar Still circle up big trucks around a fire Still kickin' up some dust behind the tires Call it cliché, but hey, just take it from me It's still goin' down out in the country 'Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd We're sippin' clear, drinkin' beer on a Friday night Every country girl got on her cut offs Shakin' her hips, take a trip, buddy tell me I'm a liar Still circle up big trucks around a fire Still kickin' up some dust behind the tires Call it cliché, but hey, just take it from me It's still goin' down out in the country
Writer(s): Ryan Vojtesak, Morgan Wallen, Michael Hardy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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