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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brantley Gilbert
Brantley Gilbert
Vocals
Colt Ford
Colt Ford
Vocals
Lukas Nelson
Lukas Nelson
Vocals
Willie Nelson
Willie Nelson
Vocals
Mike Elizondo
Mike Elizondo
Keyboards
Andrew DeRoberts
Andrew DeRoberts
Electric Guitar
BJ Golden
BJ Golden
Acoustic Guitar
Jess Franklin
Jess Franklin
Electric Guitar
Jeff Babko
Jeff Babko
Hammond Organ
Aaron Sterling
Aaron Sterling
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brantley Gilbert
Brantley Gilbert
Songwriter
Colt Ford
Colt Ford
Songwriter
Andrew DeRoberts
Andrew DeRoberts
Songwriter
Rodney Clawson
Rodney Clawson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Elizondo
Mike Elizondo
Producer
Brent Arrowood
Brent Arrowood
Recording Engineer
Alonzo Lazaro
Alonzo Lazaro
Assistant Recording Engineer
Andrew DeRoberts
Andrew DeRoberts
Engineer
Henry Lunetta
Henry Lunetta
Editing Engineer
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Brian Judd
Brian Judd
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Adam Chagnon
Adam Chagnon
Additional Engineer
Adam Ayan
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
Julia Socala
Julia Socala
Studio Personnel

Lyrics

Lukas Nelson What's goin' on, B? Colt Ford, we gon' do this thing, brother? Take it Yeah Reverend said I'm gon' split Hell wide open Never say never, man, there ain't no way of knowing Everybody needs a spot to put the world on faith I know a place and I know the way Get that homegrown ready, man, that smoke gon' rise Run the speed limit, never see blue lights Everybody's chilling where we always high Hanging out with Willie on that laid-back vibe Blowin' smoke Like fire into a hayfield (Oh) Welcome to Hazeville (Oh) I see you rising from that shine still (Oh) Welcome to Hazeville Ah, just some good old boys And, man, them girls ain't playing The way they move, the way they grooving Man, it's crazy I'm just saying Good times need having There's some chances worth taking Yeah, you never know Maybe there's some love needs making Get that homegrown ready, man, that smoke gon' rise Run the speed limit, never seeing blue lights Everybody's chilling where we always high Hanging out with Willie on that laid-back vibe Blowing smoke Like fire into a hayfield (Oh) Welcome to Hazeville (Oh) I see you risin' from that shine still (Oh) Welcome to Hazeville Yeah Roll it up, light it up Pass it, 'cause Hazeville is always on (Yessir!) If you ain't one of our people Best place you should get is gone (Get gone!) Might be hard for you to breathe Act wrong and you gon' bleed (That's right) This song is how we feel We keep it real in Hazeville (Smoke) Get that homegrown ready, man, that smoke gon' rise Run the speed limit, never seeing blue lights Everybody's chillin' where we always high Hangin' out with Willie on that laid-back vibe Blowin' smoke Like fire into a hayfield (Oh) Welcome to Hazeville (Oh) I see you risin' from that shine still (Oh) Welcome to Hazeville Hey, Willie, you wanna take 'em home, sir Welcome to Hazeville
Writer(s): Brantley Keith Gilbert, Rodney Clawson, Andrew Deroberts, Colt Ford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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