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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trace Adkins
Trace Adkins
Lead Vocals
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Electric Guitar
Bruce Bouton
Bruce Bouton
Steel Guitar
J.T. Corenflos
J.T. Corenflos
Electric Guitar
Jonathan Yudkin
Jonathan Yudkin
Fiddle
Larry Beiard
Larry Beiard
Acoustic Guitar
Lonnie Wilson
Lonnie Wilson
Drums
Mike Brignardello
Mike Brignardello
Bass
Perry Coleman
Perry Coleman
Background Vocals
Steve Nathan
Steve Nathan
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Randy Houser
Randy Houser
Songwriter
Dallas Davidson
Dallas Davidson
Songwriter
Jamey Johnson
Jamey Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Producer
Chip Matthews
Chip Matthews
Engineer
Christopher Rowe
Christopher Rowe
Editing Engineer
Derek Bason
Derek Bason
Editing Engineer
Jed Hackett
Jed Hackett
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jeff Balding
Jeff Balding
Mixing Engineer
Mark Hagen
Mark Hagen
Engineer

Lyrics

Turn it up some Alright boys, this is her favorite song You know that, right? So, if we play it good and loud She might get up and dance again Ohh, she put her beer down Here she comes, here she comes Left, left, left right left Woo Hustlers shootin' eight ball Throwin' darts at the wall Feelin' damn near ten feet tall Here she comes, Lord help us all Ol' T.W.'s girlfriend done slapped him out his chair Poor ole boy, it ain't his fault It's so hard not to stare At that honky tonk badonkadonk Keepin' perfect rhythm, make ya wanna swing along Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong And whoo-wee, shut my mouth, slap your grandma There oughta be a law, get the Sheriff on the phone Lord have mercy, how'd she even get them britches on That honky tonk badonkadonk (Aww son) Now Honey, you can't blame her For what her mama gave her It ain't right to hate her For workin' that money-maker Band shuts down at two But we're hangin' out 'til three We hate to see her go But love to watch her leave With that honky tonk badonkadonk Keepin' perfect rhythm Make ya wanna swing along Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong And whoo-wee shut my mouth, slap your grandma There oughta be a law, get the Sheriff on the phone Lord have mercy, how'd she even get them britches on With that honky tonk badonkadonk (Ooh, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout right there, honey) We don't care about the drinkin' Barely listen to the band Our hands, they start a shakin' When she gets the urge to dance Drivin' everybody crazy You think you fell in love Boys, you better keep your distance You can look but you can't touch That honky tonk badonkadonk Keepin' perfect rhythm Make ya wanna swing along Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong And whoo-wee, shut my mouth, slap your grandma There oughta be a law, get the Sheriff on the phone Lord have mercy, how'd she even get them britches on That honky tonk badonkadonk That honky tonk badonkadonk Yeah, that honky tonk badonkadonk (That honky tonk badonkadonk) That's it, right there boys, that's why we do what we do It ain't for the money, it ain't for the glory, it ain't for the free whiskey It's for the badonkadonk (That honky tonk badonkadonk)
Writer(s): Dallas Davidson, Randy Houser, Jamey Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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