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HiXTAPE - "Goin’ Nowhere" (feat. HARDY, Morgan Wallen, Chris Shiflett)"
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
HIXTAPE
HIXTAPE
All Instruments
Morgan Wallen
Morgan Wallen
Vocals
Chris Shiflett
Chris Shiflett
Vocals
HARDY
HARDY
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Hardy
Michael Hardy
Songwriter
Joe Clemmons
Joe Clemmons
Songwriter
Canaan Smith
Canaan Smith
Songwriter
Jacob Durrett
Jacob Durrett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Producer
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Producer

Lyrics

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 Because 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)
Writer(s): Jacob Robert Durrett, Joe Clemmons, Canaan Lee Smith, Michael Hardy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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