HARDY feat. Morgan Wallen & Chris Shiflett -
Goin’ Nowhere (feat. HARDY, Morgan Wallen & Chris Shiflett)
Goin’ Nowhere (feat. HARDY, Morgan Wallen & Chris Shiflett)
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 this 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 daddies 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 getting 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)
'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 getting 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
(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 daddies were right
I'm goin' nowhere (oh-oh-oh)
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 this 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 daddies 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 getting 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)
'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 getting 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
(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 daddies were right
I'm goin' nowhere (oh-oh-oh)
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Robert Durrett, Joe Clemmons, Canaan Lee Smith, Michael Hardy
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