Goin’ Nowhere (feat. Chris Shiflett)

Busch Light on the ice, Titans on the tube

Zapper poppin' flies out here in the boons

Ha, I'm goin' nowhere (Oh-oh-oh)

Yeah, I know the mountains got the snow, Cali's got the beach

Memphis' got the soul, Atlanta's got the beats

But, y'all, I'm goin' nowhere (Oh-oh-oh)

'Cause I'm stuck in this town, in my truck

Ridin' 'round with a plug of long cut in my lip

You'd have to cut the whole tree down

Can't rip these roots out the ground

Ain't gettin' out and I don't care

'Cause why in the hell would I leave?

I don't need anything but fried chicken and crickets

If there's a yellow pine box, you can carry me in it

This red dirt, you can bury me in it

I'm goin' nowhere

Alright, Wallen, where you goin'?

Yeah, country life is what you make it, you love it or you leave it

I got a reputation, I damn sure plan to keep it

Every bottle, every party, every parkin' lot fight

Guess all them daughter's daddy's were right

I'm goin' nowhere

Stuck in this town, in my truck

Ridin' 'round with a plug of long cut in my lip

You'd have to cut the whole tree down

Can't rip these roots out the ground

Ain't gettin' out and I don't care

'Cause why in the hell would I leave?

I don't need anything but fried chicken and crickets

If there's a yellow pine box, you can carry me in it

This red dirt, you can bury me in it

I'm goin' nowhere

Some people get the itch to ditch a dirt road

But that county line sign's as far as I'll go-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh

'Cause I'm stuck in this town, in my truck

Ridin' 'round with a plug of long cut in my lip

You'd have to cut the whole tree down

Can't rip these roots out the ground

Ain't gettin' out and I don't care

'Cause why in the hell would I leave?

I don't need anything but fried chicken and crickets

If there's a yellow pine box, you can carry me in it

This red dirt, you can bury me in it

I'm goin' nowhere (Oh-oh-oh)

(Country life is what you make it, you love it or you leave it)

Goin' nowhere

(I got a reputation, I damn sure plan to keep it)

Y'all, I'm goin' nowhere

(Every bottle, every party, every parkin' lot fight)

Guess all them daughter's daddy's were right

I'm goin' nowhere (Oh-oh-oh)