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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brian Kelley
Brian Kelley
Vocals
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Electric Guitar
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Kris Donegan
Kris Donegan
Electric Guitar
Rob McNelley
Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass Guitar
Alex Wright
Alex Wright
Keyboards
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Drums
Katlin Owen
Katlin Owen
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Kelley
Brian Kelley
Songwriter
Dylan Guthro
Dylan Guthro
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Producer
Drew Bollman
Drew Bollman
Recording Engineer
Sean R. Badum
Sean R. Badum
Assistant Recording Engineer
Sean Moffitt
Sean Moffitt
Mixing Engineer
Jesse Brock
Jesse Brock
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jase Keithley
Jase Keithley
Assistant Mixing Engineer
David Huff
David Huff
Editing Engineer
Chris Small
Chris Small
Editing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You've been throwin' dirt on my name 'round this town like it ain't small Like your friends ain't my friends and I wouldn't end up hearin' it all, mm I fell on the sword, but only the good Lord knows the hell that you put me through Sober me would never tell, but tonight I'm on the Tennessee truth I'm crankin' Hank, drinkin' Jack, airin' out the past, want the world to know that you did me wrong I don't how you act sweet after how you did me, here's a middle finger to you through a song Comes out in the whiskey, comes out when I'm tipsy, I can't help but tell that Tennessee truth I'm crankin' Hank, drinkin' Jack I'm crankin' Hank, drinkin' Jack and you can kiss my boots I've had it up to my redneck, didn't expect the way you been actin' I took it on the chin, lettin' you win and I regret lettin' that happen Maybe I took that high road a little too far So what if it took pourin' somethin' too strong to really pour out my heart? I'm crankin' Hank, drinkin' Jack, airin' out the past, want the world to know that you did me wrong I don't how you act sweet after how you did me, here's a middle finger to you through a song Comes out in the whiskey, comes out when I'm tipsy, I can't help but tell that Tennessee truth I'm crankin' Hank, drinkin' Jack I'm crankin' Hank, drinkin' Jack and you can kiss my boots Kiss my boots You've been throwin' dirt on my name 'round this town like it ain't small Like your friends ain't my friends and I wouldn't end up hearin' it all So I'm crankin' Hank, drinkin' Jack, airin' out the past, want the world to know that you did me wrong I don't how you act sweet after how you did me, here's a middle finger to you through a song Comes out in the whiskey, comes out when I'm tipsy, I can't help but tell that Tennessee truth I'm crankin' Hank, drinkin' Jack I'm crankin' Hank, drinkin' Jack and you can kiss my boots (Comes out in the whiskey, I can't help, I can't help) Whoa, and you can kiss my boots (Comes out when I'm tipsy, I can't help, I can't help) Yeah, you can kiss my boots
Writer(s): Brian Kelley, Dylan Guthro, Jeffrey Blake Redferrin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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