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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Rock
Lead Vocals
Marlon Young
Electric Guitar
Matt Sweeney
Acoustic Guitar
Herschel Boone
Background Vocals
Jessica Wagner
Background Vocals
Stacy Michelle
Background Vocals
Justin Meldal-Johnsen
Bass Guitar
Chad Smith
Drums
David Hildalgo
Electric Guitar
Lenny Castro
Percussion
Benmont Tench
Piano
Zac Brown
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marlon Young
Songwriter
Robert J. Ritchie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Phillip Broussard Jr.
Assistant Engineer
Sara Lyn Killion
Assistant Engineer
Dan Monti
Editing Engineer
Mark Santangelo
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer
Greg Fidelman
Mixing Engineer
Rick Rubin
Producer
Al Sutton
Additional Engineer
Songteksten
You know I spent a little time out in Malibu
I spent quite a bit down in Nashville too
'Cause I like the beach and loves to honky tonk
But the place that I call home
Is where I never have to feel alone
It's the place where I was raised and I was born
And the grass don't get much greener
And life can't get no sweeter
I got a funny cigarette
And a two dollar bottle of wine
And there's no need for new beginnings
More money or window trimmings
And if the good Lord's willing, I'm a keep on chilling
Refilling and flying high
Flying high in an old lawn chair
Flying high with an ice cold beer
Got nowhere to go, no place I'd rather be
Yeah, the grass don't get much greener
And life can't get no sweeter
And if the good Lord's willing, I'm a keep on chilling
Refilling and flying high, we're flying high
You know I've traveled on yachts
Through the south of France
Think I even got a pair of Versace pants
All that makes me feel is like a fool
'Cause a pontoon boat and a bottle of Bean
A couple good friends and some cutoff jeans
Has made us realize, you can't buy cool
And the grass don't get much greener
And life can't get no sweeter
I got a funny cigarette
And a two dollar bottle of wine
And there's no need for new beginnings
More money or window trimmings
And if the good Lord's willing, I'm a keep on chilling
Refilling and flying high
Flying high in an old lawn chair
Flying high and my family near
Nowhere to go no place I'd rather be
Yeah, they mock me because I stand out
But I ain't never had to take a handout
And if the good Lord's willing, I'm a keep on chilling
Refilling and flying high
Writer(s): Marlon Young, Robert Ritchie
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