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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Morgan Wallen
Morgan Wallen
Vocals
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Drums
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass Guitar
Tom Bukovac
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Acoustic Guitar
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Keyboards
Dominic Frost
Dominic Frost
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Morgan Wallen
Morgan Wallen
Songwriter
Ashley Gorley
Ashley Gorley
Songwriter
Mark Holman
Mark Holman
Songwriter
Michael Hardy
Michael Hardy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Producer
Scott Cooke
Scott Cooke
Editing Engineer
Josh Ditty
Josh Ditty
Recording Engineer
Eivind Nordland
Eivind Nordland
Editing Engineer
Ryan Yount
Ryan Yount
Assistant Recording Engineer
Joey Stanca
Joey Stanca
Assistant Recording Engineer
Justin Shturtz
Justin Shturtz
Mastering Engineer

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They beat us every damn year It's been a minute since we pulled out a win I loaded the truck down with beer Drove down to watch 'em do it again And they did, so we went to the bar right after Met a girl with a houndstooth print of her chapter On her shirt and it turned into talking all night She came back with me 'cross the Vol state line Guess the joke's on Alabama 'Cause they lost big this time I got the number one pick, blonde hair, red lips Brought her over to the other side A little deep south Delta Gamma Done found a Smokey Mountain man She was raised Roll Tide 'till the day she died But ever since that night, she's been a Tennessee fan She likes riding on them windin' roads The smell of sweet pine in the air I took her about as high as you could go, huh You can still see Tuscaloosa from there And all them girls back home say, "How could you love him?" All them boys probably hate me for takin' her from 'em Lord knows her mom and daddy's jaw would drop If they heard her singin' every word of "Rocky Top" Guess the joke's on Alabama 'Cause they lost big this time I got the number one pick, blonde hair, red lips Brought her over to the other side A little deep south Delta Gamma Done found a Smokey Mountain man Yeah, she was raised Roll Tide 'till the day she died But ever since that night, she's been a Tennessee fan Oh Yeah it's alright, let's just call it even 'Cause she's all mine, and she ain't never leavin' And she's damn fine in orange every weekend From now on Yeah, she found home Looks like the joke's on Alabama 'Cause they lost big this time I got the number one pick, blonde hair, red lips Brought her over to the other side A little deep south Delta Gamma Done found a Smokey Mountain man Yeah, she was raised Roll Tide 'till the day she died But ever since that night, she's been a Tennessee fan Oh She's been a Tennessee fan
Writer(s): Ashley Glenn Gorley, Michael Hardy, Mark L. Holman, Morgan Wallen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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