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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Morgan Wallen
Morgan Wallen
Vocals
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Drums
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass Guitar
Tom Bukovac
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Acoustic Guitar
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Keyboards
Zach Abend
Zach Abend
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Morgan Wallen
Morgan Wallen
Songwriter
Zach Abend
Zach Abend
Songwriter
Michael Hardy
Michael Hardy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Producer
Eivind Nordland
Eivind Nordland
Editing Engineer
Scott Cooke
Scott Cooke
Editing Engineer
Josh Ditty
Josh Ditty
Recording Engineer
Ryan Yount
Ryan Yount
Assistant Recording Engineer
Steve Cordray
Steve Cordray
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer

Songtexte

Granddaddy drank Henny, and daddy drank Light I can turn any day to Saturday night, if I want to And most the time I want to I can still paint a picture of a hemlock view My mountains had smoke, but the ones that were blue that we'd buy then Were the ones that I spent a little more time in Between the hangovers and the handcuffs It's been a minute since I had one in my hand, "cause Everybody says it's gonna be the death of me But these days I'm livin' on the side of alive Just 'cause I smile through my sobriety Don't mean it ain't chillin' in the back of my mind I ain't sayin' I swore it off for good I'm just sayin' I'm doin' the best I can But what do you expect from a redneck Hell, I was born with a beer in my hand When I was puttin' 'em down, they put me through hell Put some scars off on some trucks, myself as well But if I never did put that can to my mouth I wouldn't have nothin' I can sing about Yeah, everybody says it's gonna be the death of me But these days I'm livin' on the side of alive Just 'cause I smile through my sobriety Don't mean it ain't chillin' in the back of my mind I ain't sayin' I swore it off for good I'm just sayin' I'm doin' the best I can But what do you expect from a redneck Hell, I was born with a beer in my hand Ah, yeah, I was born with a beer in my hand Woah, I ain't the devil that I acted like years ago No, but I'll be back one day y'all even though Everybody says it's gonna be the death of me But these days I'm livin' on the side of alive Just 'cause I smile through my sobriety Don't mean it ain't chillin' in the back of my mind I ain't sayin' I swore it off for good I'm just sayin' I'm doin' the best I can But what do you expect from a redneck Hell, I was born with a beer in my hand Ah, yeah, I was born with a beer in my hand Born with a beer in my hand
Writer(s): Michael Hardy, Zach Abend, Morgan Wallen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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