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City Boys Nightmare (feat. Nate Kenyon)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Lacs
The Lacs
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nate Kenyon
Nate Kenyon
Composer
Brian King
Brian King
Composer
Stephen Van Etten
Stephen Van Etten
Composer
Les Hall
Les Hall
Composer
Ryan Findley
Ryan Findley
Composer
Robert Sharpe
Robert Sharpe
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Les Hall
Les Hall
Producer
Sonny Bama
Sonny Bama
Producer
Stephen Van Etten
Stephen Van Etten
Producer
Wess Nyle
Wess Nyle
Producer

Letra

Got a long list of little things I love a lot You can kick it off of my fishin' pole or my huntin' dog His name is Blue like my collar or Bud Light can He's a red-nose, I'm a redneck, we make damn good friends I live simple man, Skynyrd style Free as a bird, no my sweet home ain't Alabama But I damn sure be keepin' turnin' these big wheels Carry me home to see my kin On that county line and them double wides down where that river bends With dust on, rust on, mud on everything Boots, beer, John Deere It's what we give a dang 'bout Way out in the middle of nowhere Livin' the dream in a city boy's nightmare Whoa oh whoa Livin' the dream in a city boy's nightmare Whoa oh whoa I'm livin' the dream in a city boy's nightmare Been feelin' down so I call my boys for a little pick me up Moonshine jug in the back of the truck I fill it with my Dixie cup Tear it up, you know what's up Let's see if we can hit that rut Kickin' up mud, pass that jug Let's see if we can get it stuck I ain't backin' up baby, I'm goin' all the way Mud is slingin', folks are singin' call it redneck holiday With dust on, rust on, mud on everything Boots, beer, John Deere It's what we give a dang 'bout Way out in the middle of nowhere Livin' the dream in a city boy's nightmare Whoa oh whoa Livin' the dream in a city boy's nightmare Whoa oh whoa I'm livin' the dream in a city boy's nightmare City boy crowd when the path went right Little bit different than the Nashville lights It's a backwoods ride, sang to the place But we only see snakes when the grass gets high Here, get a cold beer, little shindig Redneck dime can't find any brochure Listen here now young buck You gon' get stuck if you don't damn switch it into low gear When there ain't no hope Man you just gotta know some folks ain't country Aww buddy don't look at me funny when I Still live here and I got a little money With dust on, rust on, mud on everything Boots, beer, John Deere It's what we give a dang 'bout Way out in the middle of nowhere Livin' the dream in a city boy's nightmare Whoa oh whoa Livin' the dream in a city boy's nightmare Whoa oh whoa I'm livin' the dream in a city boy's nightmare (Nightmare, nightmare) (City boy's nightmare) (Nightmare, nightmare) (City boy's nightmare) With dust on, rust on, mud on everything Boots, beer, John Deere It's what we give a dang 'bout Way out in the middle of nowhere Livin' the dream in a city boy's nightmare Whoa oh whoa Livin' the dream in a city boy's nightmare Whoa oh whoa I'm livin' the dream in a city boy's nightmare
Writer(s): Brian King, Les Hall, Nate Kenyon, Robert Sharpe, Ryan Findley, Stephen Van Etten Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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