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Po-Dunk
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
Vocals
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Keyboards
David Bennett Cohen
David Bennett Cohen
Keyboards
Herschel Boone
Herschel Boone
Background Vocals
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Drums
Jimmie Bones
Jimmie Bones
Organ
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Kevin Zink
Kevin Zink
Sound Effects
Kristen Rogers
Kristen Rogers
Background Vocals
Marlon Young
Marlon Young
Electric Guitar
Mike Clark
Mike Clark
Programming
Morgan Hebert
Morgan Hebert
Background Vocals
Rob McNeiley
Rob McNeiley
Guitar
Stacy Michelle
Stacy Michelle
Background Vocals
Stephcynie Curry
Stephcynie Curry
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tony Haselden
Tony Haselden
Songwriter
Walker Hayes
Walker Hayes
Songwriter
John Ozier
John Ozier
Songwriter
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
Songwriter
R.J.Ritchie
R.J.Ritchie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
Producer
Brian David Willis
Brian David Willis
Editing Engineer
Drew Bollman
Drew Bollman
Recording Engineer
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
Kam Luchterhand
Kam Luchterhand
Assistant Recording Engineer
Mike Clark
Mike Clark
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Trey Keller
Trey Keller
Editing Engineer

Lyrics

Momma looking good in some jeans all ripped Got a baby in her belly and a baby on her hip Little toe headed rascal peeing off the porch Daddy got a shotgun looking for a stork Oh lord And that's po-dunk Don't give a flying hillbilly fuck I said po-dunk House full of youngins and a yard full of junk Love us if you can, sorry if you can't Holla if you in, shut up if you ain't Po-o-o-o-o, po-Dunk Bible by the bed and a bottle sitting pretty Pigskin on the TV, bacon in a skillet An old mutt in the yard lickin on an itch Bunch of fake flamingos flocking by the bitch (Can I get a witness?) And that's po-dunk Don't give a flying hillbilly fuck I said po-dunk A yard full of chickens and a bar full of drunks Love us if you can, sorry if you can't Holla if you in, shut up if you ain't Po-o-o-o-o, po-Dunk Po-dunk! Put your adult beverage over your head If you're bat shit crazy and your neck is red As the dirt on the road where we all grew up Sing something with me if you ain't nothing but (You ain't nothing but, you ain't nothing but, you ain't nothing but) Po-dunk Don't give a flying hillbilly fuck I said po-dunk House full of youngins and a yard full of junk Love us if you can, sorry if you can't Holla if you in, shut up if you ain't Po-o-o-o-o Po-o-o-o-o, po-Dunk Po-Dunk! Po-Dunk! Po-Dunk!
Writer(s): Robert James Ritchie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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