HIXTAPE - Goin' Nowhere Lyrics
HIXTAPE - Goin' Nowhere Lyrics
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Busch Light light on the ice, tidings on the tube
Zapper popping flies out here in the boons
Ha, I'm going 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 going nowhere (oh-oh-oh)
'Cause I'm stuck in this town, in my truck
Riding 'round with a plug, a 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 going nowhere
Alright, Wallen
Where you going?
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 parking lot fire
I guess all them daughter's daddies were right, I'm going nowhere
Stuck in this town, in my truck
Riding 'round with a plug, a 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 going 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)
Because I'm stuck in this town, in my truck
Riding 'round with a plug, a long cut in my lip
You 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 going nowhere
Country life is what you make it, you love it or you leave it (going nowhere)
I got a reputation, I damn sure plan to keep it (y'all, I'm going nowhere)
Every bottle, every party, every parking lot fire
Guess all them daughter's daddies were right, I'm going nowhere (no)
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English
Busch Light light on the ice, tidings on the tube
Zapper popping flies out here in the boons
Ha, I'm going 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 going nowhere (oh-oh-oh)
'Cause I'm stuck in this town, in my truck
Riding 'round with a plug, a 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 going nowhere
Alright, Wallen
Where you going?
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 parking lot fire
I guess all them daughter's daddies were right, I'm going nowhere
Stuck in this town, in my truck
Riding 'round with a plug, a 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 going 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)
Because I'm stuck in this town, in my truck
Riding 'round with a plug, a long cut in my lip
You 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 going nowhere
Country life is what you make it, you love it or you leave it (going nowhere)
I got a reputation, I damn sure plan to keep it (y'all, I'm going nowhere)
Every bottle, every party, every parking lot fire
Guess all them daughter's daddies were right, I'm going nowhere (no)
Zapper popping flies out here in the boons
Ha, I'm going 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 going nowhere (oh-oh-oh)
'Cause I'm stuck in this town, in my truck
Riding 'round with a plug, a 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 going nowhere
Alright, Wallen
Where you going?
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 parking lot fire
I guess all them daughter's daddies were right, I'm going nowhere
Stuck in this town, in my truck
Riding 'round with a plug, a 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 going 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)
Because I'm stuck in this town, in my truck
Riding 'round with a plug, a long cut in my lip
You 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 going nowhere
Country life is what you make it, you love it or you leave it (going nowhere)
I got a reputation, I damn sure plan to keep it (y'all, I'm going nowhere)
Every bottle, every party, every parking lot fire
Guess all them daughter's daddies were right, I'm going nowhere (no)
Writer: Canaan Lee Smith, Jacob Durrett, Joe Clemmons, Michael Hardy, Jacob Robert Durrett
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: HIXTAPE
Featuring: Chris Shiflett, Morgan Wallen, HARDY
Language: English
Length: 3:09
Written by: Canaan Lee Smith, Jacob Durrett, Joe Clemmons, Michael Hardy, Jacob Robert Durrett