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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matt Stillwell
Matt Stillwell
Performer
The Lacs
The Lacs
Performer
Chase Bean
Chase Bean
Acoustic Guitar
Gary Morse
Gary Morse
Dobro
Jayson Chance
Jayson Chance
Electric Guitar
Rick Brothers
Rick Brothers
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matt Stillwell
Matt Stillwell
Composer
Brian King
Brian King
Composer
Chase Bean
Chase Bean
Composer
Clay Sharpe
Clay Sharpe
Composer
Jared Sciullo
Jared Sciullo
Composer
Justin Spillner
Justin Spillner
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ KO
DJ KO
Producer

Lyrics

(We were walkin' through the tall grass) (Heading down to the swimmin' hole) (These beers ain't gonna last) (Though we're always needin' more) (Just lookin' for a good time) (Laid back and livin' slow) (Everybody is feelin' fine) (Watchin' that sun get low) I watch the sun fade out in that big red sky I'm just creek bank chillin', it's the time of my life Navigatin' through the tall grass, swimmin' and fishin' With the cane poles, bobber's and a bucket of crickets Later up on the gator slide sippin' that wine And catchin' all the white perches hittin' the line I gotta get a mess for later on in the night 'Cause fish and grits is the shit when It's cooked just right I got Mr. Smith's daughter hangin' on to my arm We're just some country boys and girls gettin' down on the farm And the bright summer sun couldn't get no hotter So the shirts come off and we jump in the water I love goin' to a place that everybody goes And livin' in a town that everybody knows Lets take it slow and just see where it goes I love livin' my life where the tall grass grows (We were walkin' through the tall grass) (Headin' down to the swimmin' hole) (And these beers ain't gonna last) (Though we're always needin' more) (Just lookin' for a good time) (Laid back and livn' slow) (Everybody's feelin' fine) (Watchin' that sun get low) Oh, that bright sun shinin' up on some tanned up leg's Old grilled up sausage on a piece of white bread It don't get much better for some folks like us And ain't no weather goin' to stop my buzz And them young-in's on four wheelers stirrin' up dust Billy's hidin' in his truck tryin' to roll one up Just a few good things in my life that I love Just a few good thing's, it's in my blood If I ever die young don't cry for me 'Cause if my spirit lives on, you'll know where I'll be There ain't any woods out there that ain't been found Ripped everything but pines up out of the ground Why, me and my friends take time real slow Drop it down in "four low" and let it sooth my soul And if we do get stuck in a big mud hole We'll sit right there and watch the sun get low (We were walkin' through the tall grass) (Headin' down to the swimmin' hole) (And these beers ain't gonna last) (Though we're always needin' more) (Just lookin' for a good time), (lookin' for a good time) (Laid back and livn' slow), (livin' slow) (Everybody's feeling fine), (thats why I'm feelin' fine) (Watchin' that sun get low) (Oh-oh-ho, watchin' that sun get low-oh-ho) (Livin' slow, laid back and livin' slow) (Watchin' that sun get low-oh-ho) (Oh-oh-ho, watchin' that sun get low) (Though I'm feelin' fine) (Feelin' fine) (Tall grass)
Writer(s): Matt Stillwell, Brian King, Chase Bean, Clay Sharpe, Jared Ryan Sciullo, Justin N. Spillner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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