F250 with a daisy on the dash
God, guns, country bumper sticker on the back
Throwback bell rangin' britches fit like a Friday night
Mama's got chicken popping in the Crisco
Daddy prays for rain so the green money grows (green money)
Barefoot barbed wire boondocks 'til I tie-dye
Hillbilly hippie
Right down to the bone
A little Mississippi
Whole lotta rolling stone
All peace and love up until I ain't
Willied up with a whiskey drank
Hillbilly hippie
All day long
Hand me downs hangin' out on the clothesline
Crystal on my neck bringing on the good vibes (on the good vibes
Walmart wild heart guitars, that'd be me
Hillbilly hippie
Right down to the bone
A little Mississippi
Whole lotta rolling stone
All peace and love up until I ain't
Willied up with a whiskey drank
Hillbilly hippie
All day long
Hey
Red as the roads running through my veins (running through my veins)
Free as the wind and amazing grace (and amazing grace)
Lost as a feather from a bluebird wing
Wild as I wanna be
Just as wild (wild as I wanna be)
Well, I'm wild as I wanna be
Hillbilly hippie
Right down to the bone
A little Keith Whitley
Whole lotta rolling stone
All peace and love up until I ain't
Willied up with a whiskey drank
Hillbilly hippie
All day long
(All day long, all day long)
(All day long, all day long) all day, all day long
I'm just a hillbilly, hillbilly hippie (all day long)
Oh, hillbilly hippie (down to the bone)
(All day long) all day, all day long
Lainey Wilson - Bell Bottom Country Album Lyrics
Lainey Wilson - Bell Bottom Country Lyrics
Writer: Jeremy Bussey, Lainey Denay Wilson, Terri Jo Box
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
Road Runner
My white Tacoma and right Tecovas a match and kerosene
I pit stopped in here for one cold beer and you tumbled into me
We talked all night, I bummed a light that turned into a wildfire
But I can't slow down, I cut through town like a rusty old barbed wire
Baby, I'm a roadrunner
Heads Carolina, tails Timbuktu
There ain't no wonder
Nobody's had enough, get up and go in their boots
Finger in the air, slinging prayers, hair wind blown
Pedal to the medal, burning rubber off of Bridgestones
I've never loaded my shotgun seat
I'm a roadrunner and, baby, you can run with me
The motel vacant sign is flashing like it don't want me to leave
But I gotta chase the sunrise and keep the tumble in my weed
I wanna taste your cowboy kiss, but in a different state
If you want to, you better grab your boots made for the highway
Baby, I'm a roadrunner
Heads Carolina, tails Timbuktu
There ain't no wonder
Nobody's had enough, get up and go in their boots
Finger in the air, slinging prayers, hair wind blown
Pedal to the medal, burning rubber off of Bridgestones
I've never loaded my shotgun seat
I'm a roadrunner and, baby, you can run with me
Ah, hoo hoo hoo
Ah, hoo hoo hoo
Ah, hoo hoo hoo
Ah, hoo hoo
Road, road, road runner
Alabama, Mississippi, Tennessee, Arizona
Road, road, road runner
Rolling down the road, tryna find me another
Roadrunner
Heads Carolina, tails Timbuktu
There ain't no wonder
Nobody's had enough, get up and go in their boots
Finger in the air, slinging prayers, hair wind blown
Pedal to the medal, burning rubber off of Bridgestones
I've never loaded my shotgun seat
I'm a roadrunner and, baby, you can run with me
Ah, hoo hoo hoo
Ah, hoo hoo hoo
Ah, hoo hoo hoo
Ah, hoo hoo hoo
Ah, hoo hoo hoo
Ah, hoo hoo hoo
Ah, hoo hoo hoo
Ah, hoo hoo hoo
Ah, hoo hoo
I pit stopped in here for one cold beer and you tumbled into me
We talked all night, I bummed a light that turned into a wildfire
But I can't slow down, I cut through town like a rusty old barbed wire
Baby, I'm a roadrunner
Heads Carolina, tails Timbuktu
There ain't no wonder
Nobody's had enough, get up and go in their boots
Finger in the air, slinging prayers, hair wind blown
Pedal to the medal, burning rubber off of Bridgestones
I've never loaded my shotgun seat
I'm a roadrunner and, baby, you can run with me
The motel vacant sign is flashing like it don't want me to leave
But I gotta chase the sunrise and keep the tumble in my weed
I wanna taste your cowboy kiss, but in a different state
If you want to, you better grab your boots made for the highway
Baby, I'm a roadrunner
Heads Carolina, tails Timbuktu
There ain't no wonder
Nobody's had enough, get up and go in their boots
Finger in the air, slinging prayers, hair wind blown
Pedal to the medal, burning rubber off of Bridgestones
I've never loaded my shotgun seat
I'm a roadrunner and, baby, you can run with me
Ah, hoo hoo hoo
Ah, hoo hoo hoo
Ah, hoo hoo hoo
Ah, hoo hoo
Road, road, road runner
Alabama, Mississippi, Tennessee, Arizona
Road, road, road runner
Rolling down the road, tryna find me another
Roadrunner
Heads Carolina, tails Timbuktu
There ain't no wonder
Nobody's had enough, get up and go in their boots
Finger in the air, slinging prayers, hair wind blown
Pedal to the medal, burning rubber off of Bridgestones
I've never loaded my shotgun seat
I'm a roadrunner and, baby, you can run with me
Ah, hoo hoo hoo
Ah, hoo hoo hoo
Ah, hoo hoo hoo
Ah, hoo hoo hoo
Ah, hoo hoo hoo
Ah, hoo hoo hoo
Ah, hoo hoo hoo
Ah, hoo hoo hoo
Ah, hoo hoo
Writer: Dallas Wilson, Lainey Wilson, Trannie Anderson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Watermelon Moonshine
It was right after senior year
Just before the summer disappeared
We went a ridin' them old farm ruts
Hangin' out on the gate of his truck
We threw a blanket 'neath the sunset
Being brave as eighteen gets
We gave each other more than our hearts
With the help of a mason jar
Drinkin' watermelon moonshine
Cut the burn with a little lime
Parking back in them kudzu vines
I was his and every bit of that boy was mine
Too young to know what love was
But we were learnin' on a sweet buzz
There's never nothin' like the first time
And mine's always gonna taste like
Watermelon moonshine
I don't remember where we got it from
I just remember feelin' all grown up
Takin' pulls like it ain't no thing
Never told him it was my first drink
But I told him that he was the one
You're so sure when you're that young
You think you got it all figured out
And now I laugh when I think about
Drinkin' watermelon moonshine
We cut the burn with a little lime
Parking back in them kudzu vines
I was his and every bit of that boy was mine
Too young to know what love was
But we were learnin' on a sweet buzz
There's never nothin' like the first time
And mine's always gonna taste like
Watermelon moonshine
I thought that high would last forever
But that ain't what it does
Maybe we were drunk in love
Or maybe we were just
Drinkin' watermelon moonshine
We cut the burn with a little lime
Parking back in them kudzu vines
I was his and every bit of that boy was mine
Too young to know what love was
But we were learnin' on a sweet buzz
There's never nothin' like the first time
And mine's always gonna taste like
Watermelon moonshine
Watermelon moonshine
Just before the summer disappeared
We went a ridin' them old farm ruts
Hangin' out on the gate of his truck
We threw a blanket 'neath the sunset
Being brave as eighteen gets
We gave each other more than our hearts
With the help of a mason jar
Drinkin' watermelon moonshine
Cut the burn with a little lime
Parking back in them kudzu vines
I was his and every bit of that boy was mine
Too young to know what love was
But we were learnin' on a sweet buzz
There's never nothin' like the first time
And mine's always gonna taste like
Watermelon moonshine
I don't remember where we got it from
I just remember feelin' all grown up
Takin' pulls like it ain't no thing
Never told him it was my first drink
But I told him that he was the one
You're so sure when you're that young
You think you got it all figured out
And now I laugh when I think about
Drinkin' watermelon moonshine
We cut the burn with a little lime
Parking back in them kudzu vines
I was his and every bit of that boy was mine
Too young to know what love was
But we were learnin' on a sweet buzz
There's never nothin' like the first time
And mine's always gonna taste like
Watermelon moonshine
I thought that high would last forever
But that ain't what it does
Maybe we were drunk in love
Or maybe we were just
Drinkin' watermelon moonshine
We cut the burn with a little lime
Parking back in them kudzu vines
I was his and every bit of that boy was mine
Too young to know what love was
But we were learnin' on a sweet buzz
There's never nothin' like the first time
And mine's always gonna taste like
Watermelon moonshine
Watermelon moonshine
Writer: Jordan Mark Schmidt, Joshua Kear, Lainey Wilson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Grease
(Come on)
It's been a long, hot summer
For a hard working John Deere man
You're real tired, well, no wonder
'Cause you earned that farmer's tan
While I been working in the garden
You been melting all the ice in my sweet tea
Well, look at what ya started
All because you got a little thirsty
Good God Almighty
Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog (yeah)
Buttered up and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas
Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming
Baby, I can handle the heat (I can handle it)
Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama
Hot damn, four hundred degrees
Now we cooking with grease
(Do do do do do do, do do do do do do, do do do do do do)
Now we cooking with grease
(Do do do do do do, do do do do do do, do do do do do do)
Let's slow it down, let me help ya
Button down that blue collar (come on)
Boy, your touch is burning up
You make the kettle on the stove wanna holler
Got me saying hallelujah (hallelujah)
Like a good ol' girl is supposed to do
But that hat turned back and them kisses like that
Make it real hard to keep it cool (woo)
Good God Almighty
Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog (yeah)
Buttered up and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas
Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming
Baby, I can handle the heat (yeah, I can handle it)
Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama
Hot damn, four hundred degrees
Now we cooking with grease
(Do do do do do do, do do do do do do, do do do do do do)
Now we cooking with grease
(Do do do do do do, do do do do do do, do do do do do do)
Come on
Woo
It's getting hot in here
You know who's bringing home the bacon
Good God Almighty
Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog (woo)
Buttered up and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas (yeah)
Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming
Baby, I can handle the heat (yeah, I can handle it)
Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama
Hot damn, four hundred degrees
Now we cooking with grease
(Do do do do do do, do do do do do do, do do do do do do)
Yeah, we cooking with grease
(Do do do do do do, do do do do do do, do do do do do do)
I ain't talking about no Crisco
It's been a long, hot summer
For a hard working John Deere man
You're real tired, well, no wonder
'Cause you earned that farmer's tan
While I been working in the garden
You been melting all the ice in my sweet tea
Well, look at what ya started
All because you got a little thirsty
Good God Almighty
Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog (yeah)
Buttered up and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas
Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming
Baby, I can handle the heat (I can handle it)
Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama
Hot damn, four hundred degrees
Now we cooking with grease
(Do do do do do do, do do do do do do, do do do do do do)
Now we cooking with grease
(Do do do do do do, do do do do do do, do do do do do do)
Let's slow it down, let me help ya
Button down that blue collar (come on)
Boy, your touch is burning up
You make the kettle on the stove wanna holler
Got me saying hallelujah (hallelujah)
Like a good ol' girl is supposed to do
But that hat turned back and them kisses like that
Make it real hard to keep it cool (woo)
Good God Almighty
Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog (yeah)
Buttered up and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas
Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming
Baby, I can handle the heat (yeah, I can handle it)
Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama
Hot damn, four hundred degrees
Now we cooking with grease
(Do do do do do do, do do do do do do, do do do do do do)
Now we cooking with grease
(Do do do do do do, do do do do do do, do do do do do do)
Come on
Woo
It's getting hot in here
You know who's bringing home the bacon
Good God Almighty
Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog (woo)
Buttered up and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas (yeah)
Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming
Baby, I can handle the heat (yeah, I can handle it)
Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama
Hot damn, four hundred degrees
Now we cooking with grease
(Do do do do do do, do do do do do do, do do do do do do)
Yeah, we cooking with grease
(Do do do do do do, do do do do do do, do do do do do do)
I ain't talking about no Crisco
Writer: Andrew Petroff, Jessi Alexander, Lainey Wilson
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.
Weak-End
Pull out them 'get me some' jeans out the closet
Put on that 'I still got it' lipstick shade
Take a 'get me there' shot in the kitchen
Tell my friends that I'm fixing to head that way
Everybody wants somebody on the weekend
A go sit at a bar have a drink with
A neon bad decision they could leave with
And I'd be lying if I said that I didn't
Yeah, I didn't
Wish that Friday
Wasn't just another way to say lonely
And Sunday morning didn't dawn on me
That I'm hungover from the weak-end
Yeah, the weak end of a heartache
A permanent case of the Mondays
Maybe I'll get over you one day, someday
Well that third round of double whiskey's burning
He's flirting and it's working, and I'm drunk
And I don't smoke but he's gotta lighter
And if a Marlboro light'll start a fire, I'll let him light it up
Everybody wants somebody on the weekend
A go sit at a bar have a drink with
A neon bad decision they could leave with
And I'd be lying if I said that I didn't
Yeah, I didn't
Wish that Friday
Wasn't just another way to say lonely
And Sunday morning didn't dawn on me
That I'm hungover from the weak-end
Yeah, the weak end of a heartache
A permanent case of the Mondays
Maybe I'll get over you one day, someday, yeah
Everybody wants somebody on the weekend
A go sit at a bar just like we did
A neon dive off the deep in
And I'd be lying if I said that I didn't
Yeah, I didn't
Wish Friday
Wasn't just another way to say lonely
And Sunday morning didn't dawn on me
That I'm hungover from the weak-end
Of a heartache
A permanent case of the Mondays
Maybe I'll get over you one day, someday
Someday
Put on that 'I still got it' lipstick shade
Take a 'get me there' shot in the kitchen
Tell my friends that I'm fixing to head that way
Everybody wants somebody on the weekend
A go sit at a bar have a drink with
A neon bad decision they could leave with
And I'd be lying if I said that I didn't
Yeah, I didn't
Wish that Friday
Wasn't just another way to say lonely
And Sunday morning didn't dawn on me
That I'm hungover from the weak-end
Yeah, the weak end of a heartache
A permanent case of the Mondays
Maybe I'll get over you one day, someday
Well that third round of double whiskey's burning
He's flirting and it's working, and I'm drunk
And I don't smoke but he's gotta lighter
And if a Marlboro light'll start a fire, I'll let him light it up
Everybody wants somebody on the weekend
A go sit at a bar have a drink with
A neon bad decision they could leave with
And I'd be lying if I said that I didn't
Yeah, I didn't
Wish that Friday
Wasn't just another way to say lonely
And Sunday morning didn't dawn on me
That I'm hungover from the weak-end
Yeah, the weak end of a heartache
A permanent case of the Mondays
Maybe I'll get over you one day, someday, yeah
Everybody wants somebody on the weekend
A go sit at a bar just like we did
A neon dive off the deep in
And I'd be lying if I said that I didn't
Yeah, I didn't
Wish Friday
Wasn't just another way to say lonely
And Sunday morning didn't dawn on me
That I'm hungover from the weak-end
Of a heartache
A permanent case of the Mondays
Maybe I'll get over you one day, someday
Someday
Writer: Faren Rachels, Lainey Wilson, Nicolette Hayford
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Me You and Jesus
If I'm being real, I must confess
Some damn days I'm just trying my best
To get out of bed and get half dressed
Like I didn't spend the whole night crying
My mama's crazy and my daddy's mean
The apple don't fall far from the tree
Hell, I'd be lying right through my teeth
If the sun was always shining
That's the kinda dirt I save for the man upstairs
Now I'm sleeping in your shirt and you're right there
Yeah, it's me, you, and Jesus
Y'all just listen and don't judge me
Just shake your head and love me
When the world comes between us
Y'all don't give up or give a damn
You just take me for who I am
And I swear we can get through anything
Me, you, and Jesus
Words can hurt right to the bone
They type 'em out like sticks and stones
Might cut me deep but I ain't alone
'Cause you always got me
You say I'm pretty to my core
My heart is something worth fighting for
If this is all I get, good Lord
I don't need nobody
But me, you, and Jesus
Y'all just listen and don't judge me
Just shake your head and love me
When the world comes between us
Y'all don't give up or give a damn
You just take me for who I am
And we can get through anything
Me, you, and Jesus
He's up in Heaven, and honey, you're Heaven sent
You would die for me, and He already did
And baby, it's me, you, and Jesus
Y'all just listen and don't judge me
Just shake your head and love me
When the world comes between us
Y'all don't give up or give a damn
You just take me for who I am
And we can get through anything
And baby, we make one hell of a team
Me, you, and Jesus
And we can get through anything
Some damn days I'm just trying my best
To get out of bed and get half dressed
Like I didn't spend the whole night crying
My mama's crazy and my daddy's mean
The apple don't fall far from the tree
Hell, I'd be lying right through my teeth
If the sun was always shining
That's the kinda dirt I save for the man upstairs
Now I'm sleeping in your shirt and you're right there
Yeah, it's me, you, and Jesus
Y'all just listen and don't judge me
Just shake your head and love me
When the world comes between us
Y'all don't give up or give a damn
You just take me for who I am
And I swear we can get through anything
Me, you, and Jesus
Words can hurt right to the bone
They type 'em out like sticks and stones
Might cut me deep but I ain't alone
'Cause you always got me
You say I'm pretty to my core
My heart is something worth fighting for
If this is all I get, good Lord
I don't need nobody
But me, you, and Jesus
Y'all just listen and don't judge me
Just shake your head and love me
When the world comes between us
Y'all don't give up or give a damn
You just take me for who I am
And we can get through anything
Me, you, and Jesus
He's up in Heaven, and honey, you're Heaven sent
You would die for me, and He already did
And baby, it's me, you, and Jesus
Y'all just listen and don't judge me
Just shake your head and love me
When the world comes between us
Y'all don't give up or give a damn
You just take me for who I am
And we can get through anything
And baby, we make one hell of a team
Me, you, and Jesus
And we can get through anything
Writer: Lainey Wilson, Dallas Wilson, Emily Weisband
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Hold My Halo
Been working like a dog
Tryna please 'em all
Tryna put another comma in the bank
Tryna to get these broke down dreams to crank
Sometimes a good, good girl's gotta break out the denim
Gonna pour me a drink, pour my ass in 'em
For heaven's sake I need a good time
Lord knows it ain't no crime
To leave a little lipstick red on a solo
Make a little mess of my head on the Cuervo
I don't need no help, no, I got this
Coming in hot as hell, y'all watch this
Gonna tear up this town like a drunk tornado
Light it up, let it all go
Tell that angel inside of me to hide her wings and lay low
Hold my halo
I gotta neon side
I let her shine sometimes
Sitting like a devil on my shoulder
Tonight I'm gonna let her take over
And leave a little lipstick red on a solo
Make a little mess of my head on the Cuervo
I don't need no help, no, I got this
Coming in hot as hell, y'all watch this
I'm gonna tear up this town like a drunk tornado
Light it up, let it all go
Tell that angel inside of me to hide her wings and lay low
Hold my halo
Put it back on in the morning
Put it back on in the morning
Put it back on in the morning
Put it back on, put it back on
Sometimes a good, good girl's gotta break out the denim
Gonna pour me a drink, pour my ass in 'em
For heaven's sake I need a good time
Lord knows it ain't no crime
To leave a little lipstick red on a solo
Make a little mess of my head on the Cuervo
I don't need no help, no, I got this
Coming in hot as hell, y'all watch this
I'm gonna tear up this town like a drunk tornado
Light it up, let it all go
Tell that angel inside of me to hide her wings and lay low
Hold my halo
Hold my halo
Put it back on, put it back on
Put it back on in the morning
Put it back on, put it back on
Put it back on in the morning
Hold my halo
Tryna please 'em all
Tryna put another comma in the bank
Tryna to get these broke down dreams to crank
Sometimes a good, good girl's gotta break out the denim
Gonna pour me a drink, pour my ass in 'em
For heaven's sake I need a good time
Lord knows it ain't no crime
To leave a little lipstick red on a solo
Make a little mess of my head on the Cuervo
I don't need no help, no, I got this
Coming in hot as hell, y'all watch this
Gonna tear up this town like a drunk tornado
Light it up, let it all go
Tell that angel inside of me to hide her wings and lay low
Hold my halo
I gotta neon side
I let her shine sometimes
Sitting like a devil on my shoulder
Tonight I'm gonna let her take over
And leave a little lipstick red on a solo
Make a little mess of my head on the Cuervo
I don't need no help, no, I got this
Coming in hot as hell, y'all watch this
I'm gonna tear up this town like a drunk tornado
Light it up, let it all go
Tell that angel inside of me to hide her wings and lay low
Hold my halo
Put it back on in the morning
Put it back on in the morning
Put it back on in the morning
Put it back on, put it back on
Sometimes a good, good girl's gotta break out the denim
Gonna pour me a drink, pour my ass in 'em
For heaven's sake I need a good time
Lord knows it ain't no crime
To leave a little lipstick red on a solo
Make a little mess of my head on the Cuervo
I don't need no help, no, I got this
Coming in hot as hell, y'all watch this
I'm gonna tear up this town like a drunk tornado
Light it up, let it all go
Tell that angel inside of me to hide her wings and lay low
Hold my halo
Hold my halo
Put it back on, put it back on
Put it back on in the morning
Put it back on, put it back on
Put it back on in the morning
Hold my halo
Writer: Derek George, Lainey Wilson, Lynn Hutton, Monty Criswell
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
Heart Like A Truck
I never stay in one place too long
A dirt road singin' me a siren's song
I gotta find a field, I need to spin my wheels
I gotta a hankerin' for four wide tires
And I can't help it, it's the way I'm wired
'Fore you get too close, boy, you need to know
I got a heart like a truck
It's been drug through the mud
Runs on dreams and gasoline
And that ol' highway holds the key
It's got a lead foot down when it's leavin'
Lord knows it's taken a hell of a beatin'
A little bit of love is all that it's needin'
But it's good as it is tough
I got a heart like a truck
There ain't no brakin' when I throw it in drive
Don't always keep it in between the lines
If you're ready for a ride
Pedal down state of mind
Boy, I tell you what
You better buckle up
I got a heart like a truck
It's been drug through the mud
Runs on dreams and gasoline
And that ol' highway holds the key
It's got a lead foot down when it's leavin'
Lord knows it's taken a hell of a beatin'
A little bit of love is all that it's needin'
But it's good as it is tough
I got a heart like a truck
Go on and see if you can knock off the dust, yeah
Shine it up, rev it up, and let it run, yeah
It gets a high ridin' off into the sun, yeah
I got a heart like a truck
It's been drug through the mud
Runs on dreams and gasoline
And that ol' highway holds the key
It's got a lead foot down when it's leavin'
Lord knows it's taken a hell of a beatin'
A little bit of love is all that it's needin'
But it's good as it is tough
I got a heart like a truck
Go on and see if you can knock off the dust, yeah
Shine it up, rev it up, and let it run, yeah
It gets a high ridin' off into the sun, yeah
It gets a high ridin' off into the sun
A dirt road singin' me a siren's song
I gotta find a field, I need to spin my wheels
I gotta a hankerin' for four wide tires
And I can't help it, it's the way I'm wired
'Fore you get too close, boy, you need to know
I got a heart like a truck
It's been drug through the mud
Runs on dreams and gasoline
And that ol' highway holds the key
It's got a lead foot down when it's leavin'
Lord knows it's taken a hell of a beatin'
A little bit of love is all that it's needin'
But it's good as it is tough
I got a heart like a truck
There ain't no brakin' when I throw it in drive
Don't always keep it in between the lines
If you're ready for a ride
Pedal down state of mind
Boy, I tell you what
You better buckle up
I got a heart like a truck
It's been drug through the mud
Runs on dreams and gasoline
And that ol' highway holds the key
It's got a lead foot down when it's leavin'
Lord knows it's taken a hell of a beatin'
A little bit of love is all that it's needin'
But it's good as it is tough
I got a heart like a truck
Go on and see if you can knock off the dust, yeah
Shine it up, rev it up, and let it run, yeah
It gets a high ridin' off into the sun, yeah
I got a heart like a truck
It's been drug through the mud
Runs on dreams and gasoline
And that ol' highway holds the key
It's got a lead foot down when it's leavin'
Lord knows it's taken a hell of a beatin'
A little bit of love is all that it's needin'
But it's good as it is tough
I got a heart like a truck
Go on and see if you can knock off the dust, yeah
Shine it up, rev it up, and let it run, yeah
It gets a high ridin' off into the sun, yeah
It gets a high ridin' off into the sun
Writer: Dallas Wilson, Lainey Wilson, Trannie Anderson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Atta Girl
Atta girl
Way to go
It was time
To hit the road
He's just a boy
In working boots
It didn't work so you cut him loose
Hey, atta girl
You thought it through
And what you did
Is hard to do
I bet you're thinking 'bout some things that you shouldn't
Just remember now and then that you're looking
At a girl who's got a damn good heart
And some big dreams up ahead
And now you got you a brand new start and both sides of a queen bed
He mighta took your love, mighta took your time
And the rug out from under your world
But he can't take all your happiness
Go and get it now, atta girl
He's at a bar
With his friends
That's where ya go
When it ends
They say, "Atta boy
Have another round
There's plenty girls
In this college town"
Then he meets one
That's hurting too
While he's kissing her
He's missing you
And now it's sinking in deep that he missed that train
He can throw back a drink but he can't throw blame
At a girl who's got a damn good heart
And some big dreams up ahead
And now you got you a brand new start and both sides of a queen bed
He mighta took your love, mighta took your time
And the rug out from under your world
But he can't take all your happiness
Go and get it now
Atta girl
At a girl who's got a damn good heart
And some big dreams up ahead
And now you got you a brand new start and both sides of a queen bed
He mighta took your love, mighta took your time
And the rug out from under your world
But he can't take all your happiness
Go and get it now
Atta girl
He mighta took your love, it'll take time
But you'll find your way in this world
Whatever's gonna bring you happiness
Go and get it now, atta girl
Go and get it now, atta girl
Yeah, you get it now, atta girl
Way to go
It was time
To hit the road
He's just a boy
In working boots
It didn't work so you cut him loose
Hey, atta girl
You thought it through
And what you did
Is hard to do
I bet you're thinking 'bout some things that you shouldn't
Just remember now and then that you're looking
At a girl who's got a damn good heart
And some big dreams up ahead
And now you got you a brand new start and both sides of a queen bed
He mighta took your love, mighta took your time
And the rug out from under your world
But he can't take all your happiness
Go and get it now, atta girl
He's at a bar
With his friends
That's where ya go
When it ends
They say, "Atta boy
Have another round
There's plenty girls
In this college town"
Then he meets one
That's hurting too
While he's kissing her
He's missing you
And now it's sinking in deep that he missed that train
He can throw back a drink but he can't throw blame
At a girl who's got a damn good heart
And some big dreams up ahead
And now you got you a brand new start and both sides of a queen bed
He mighta took your love, mighta took your time
And the rug out from under your world
But he can't take all your happiness
Go and get it now
Atta girl
At a girl who's got a damn good heart
And some big dreams up ahead
And now you got you a brand new start and both sides of a queen bed
He mighta took your love, mighta took your time
And the rug out from under your world
But he can't take all your happiness
Go and get it now
Atta girl
He mighta took your love, it'll take time
But you'll find your way in this world
Whatever's gonna bring you happiness
Go and get it now, atta girl
Go and get it now, atta girl
Yeah, you get it now, atta girl
Writer: Brett Tyler, Dallas Wilson, Lainey Wilson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
This Ones Gonna Cost Me
I could roll you up and smoke ya, babe
You know I'm sucker for a good high
Yeah, sip you slow and drink you straight
'Til every drop in the bottle runs dry
It's always them Friday night plans I just about passed on
That gets me all messed up and I don't wanna go home
There's no telling what this one's gonna cost me
I'm already freaking out
There's always a price for the party
And this one ain't slowing down
Ain't no buzz like love
Love's like a drug
And hell drugs ain't ever free
There's no telling what this one's gonna cost me
Yeah, well this one's gonna cost me, woo
I could get hooked on ya like junkies do
Strung out, addicted to a good time
Ah, make me wanna stay in bed
Like a hangover kicking in
The best and the worst thing I ever did in my life
There's no telling what this one's gonna cost me
I'm already freaking out
There's always a price for the party
And this one ain't slowing down
Ain't no buzz like love
Love's like a drug
And hell drugs ain't ever free
There's no telling what this one's gonna cost me
Yeah, well this one's gonna cost me
Oh
I never go all in or stay too long
But you got me messed up
And I don't wanna go home
Go home, go home
I don't wanna go home
There's no telling what this one's gonna cost me
I'm already freaking out
There's always a price for the party
And this one ain't slowing down
Ain't no buzz like love
Love's like a drug
And hell drugs ain't ever free
There's no telling what this one's gonna cost me
Well, this one's gonna cost me
I could roll you up and smoke ya, babe
You know I'm sucker for a good high
You know I'm sucker for a good high
Yeah, sip you slow and drink you straight
'Til every drop in the bottle runs dry
It's always them Friday night plans I just about passed on
That gets me all messed up and I don't wanna go home
There's no telling what this one's gonna cost me
I'm already freaking out
There's always a price for the party
And this one ain't slowing down
Ain't no buzz like love
Love's like a drug
And hell drugs ain't ever free
There's no telling what this one's gonna cost me
Yeah, well this one's gonna cost me, woo
I could get hooked on ya like junkies do
Strung out, addicted to a good time
Ah, make me wanna stay in bed
Like a hangover kicking in
The best and the worst thing I ever did in my life
There's no telling what this one's gonna cost me
I'm already freaking out
There's always a price for the party
And this one ain't slowing down
Ain't no buzz like love
Love's like a drug
And hell drugs ain't ever free
There's no telling what this one's gonna cost me
Yeah, well this one's gonna cost me
Oh
I never go all in or stay too long
But you got me messed up
And I don't wanna go home
Go home, go home
I don't wanna go home
There's no telling what this one's gonna cost me
I'm already freaking out
There's always a price for the party
And this one ain't slowing down
Ain't no buzz like love
Love's like a drug
And hell drugs ain't ever free
There's no telling what this one's gonna cost me
Well, this one's gonna cost me
I could roll you up and smoke ya, babe
You know I'm sucker for a good high
Writer: Faren Rachels, Lainey Wilson, Nicolette Hayford
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Those Boots (Deddys Song)
Mama kept a mat there by the door
So Deddy could kick 'em off and let the mud dry on the porch
They wouldn't stay there long
Before I had 'em inside on
Going clickety clack and scratching up mama's floor
Next morning he'd say, "Lainey, bring 'em here"
And I'd drag 'em from my room straight to his chair
He'd put 'em on his feet
They'd always bunch up his jeans
Well, I made it my job to pull 'em back over the top
Of those boots, they walk right with the Lord
Those boots would only drive a Ford
Those boots made a damn good living
Spun my mama all around the kitchen
Those boots will never go out of style
One day they'll walk me down the aisle
I pray everyday, one day I will
Find a man to fill
Those boots
Yeah, twenty years and a couple re soles later
He still makes the time for a combine ride with mama on them forty acres
And he's sure made it hard
To find that kind of heart
The kind that holds it all together
With all that love and leather
Those boots, they walk right with the Lord
Those boots would only drive a Ford
Those boots made a damn good living
Spun my mama all around the kitchen
Those boots will never go out of style
One day they'll walk me down the aisle
I pray everyday, one day I will
Find a man to fill
Those boots
Those beat up ol' size tens
They ain't nothing without him
But man, when he steps in
Those boots
Those boots they walk right with the Lord
Those boots would only drive a Ford
Those boots made a damn good living
Spun my mama all around the kitchen
Those boots will never go out of style
One day they'll walk me down the aisle
I pray everyday one day I will
Find a man to fill
Those boots
Those boots
So Deddy could kick 'em off and let the mud dry on the porch
They wouldn't stay there long
Before I had 'em inside on
Going clickety clack and scratching up mama's floor
Next morning he'd say, "Lainey, bring 'em here"
And I'd drag 'em from my room straight to his chair
He'd put 'em on his feet
They'd always bunch up his jeans
Well, I made it my job to pull 'em back over the top
Of those boots, they walk right with the Lord
Those boots would only drive a Ford
Those boots made a damn good living
Spun my mama all around the kitchen
Those boots will never go out of style
One day they'll walk me down the aisle
I pray everyday, one day I will
Find a man to fill
Those boots
Yeah, twenty years and a couple re soles later
He still makes the time for a combine ride with mama on them forty acres
And he's sure made it hard
To find that kind of heart
The kind that holds it all together
With all that love and leather
Those boots, they walk right with the Lord
Those boots would only drive a Ford
Those boots made a damn good living
Spun my mama all around the kitchen
Those boots will never go out of style
One day they'll walk me down the aisle
I pray everyday, one day I will
Find a man to fill
Those boots
Those beat up ol' size tens
They ain't nothing without him
But man, when he steps in
Those boots
Those boots they walk right with the Lord
Those boots would only drive a Ford
Those boots made a damn good living
Spun my mama all around the kitchen
Those boots will never go out of style
One day they'll walk me down the aisle
I pray everyday one day I will
Find a man to fill
Those boots
Those boots
Writer: Lainey Wilson, Terri Jo Box, Trent Tomlinson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Live Off
I live off crumpled dollars from an old pickle jar
I live off what I'm growin' in the back of the yard
Folgers hot in the mornin'
Sun shinin' on my doublewide
I live off seven hours with a dog in the bed
I live off of them letters written in crimson red
Sunday talks with my mama
Porch pickin' and my chicken fried
I live off a back road in a small town
Story like my daddy before me and his daddy before that
I live off a hard day's work, penny saved, penny earned
Just to keep this shirt on my back, ah yeah
I live off a good man's lovin'
With tough in his blood and a heart of pure gold
From the very first breath I breath to my last y'all
I ain't ever gonna turn the way I live off
I live off swappin' stories with some friends 'round the fire
I live off gassin' up and gettin' mud on the tires
Bourbon on Sonic ice
And a damn good country song
I live off a back road in a small town
Story like my daddy before me and his daddy before that
I live off a hard day's work, penny saved, penny earned
Just to keep this shirt on my back, ah yeah
I live off a good man's lovin'
With tough in his blood and a heart of pure gold
From the very first breath I breath to my last y'all
I ain't ever gonna turn the way I live off
Well, I'm livin' up and passin' down
'Til they lay me in the ground
I live off a back road in a small town
Story like my daddy before me and his daddy before that
I live off a hard day's work, penny saved, penny earned
Just to keep this shirt on my back, ah yeah
I live off a good man's lovin'
With tough in his blood and a heart of pure gold
From the very first breath I breath to my last y'all
I ain't ever gonna turn the way I live off
Ain't no way I'ma turn the way I live off
Ain't no (never) way, turn the way I live off
Ain't no way I'ma turn the way I live off
Ain't no way, never
I live off what I'm growin' in the back of the yard
Folgers hot in the mornin'
Sun shinin' on my doublewide
I live off seven hours with a dog in the bed
I live off of them letters written in crimson red
Sunday talks with my mama
Porch pickin' and my chicken fried
I live off a back road in a small town
Story like my daddy before me and his daddy before that
I live off a hard day's work, penny saved, penny earned
Just to keep this shirt on my back, ah yeah
I live off a good man's lovin'
With tough in his blood and a heart of pure gold
From the very first breath I breath to my last y'all
I ain't ever gonna turn the way I live off
I live off swappin' stories with some friends 'round the fire
I live off gassin' up and gettin' mud on the tires
Bourbon on Sonic ice
And a damn good country song
I live off a back road in a small town
Story like my daddy before me and his daddy before that
I live off a hard day's work, penny saved, penny earned
Just to keep this shirt on my back, ah yeah
I live off a good man's lovin'
With tough in his blood and a heart of pure gold
From the very first breath I breath to my last y'all
I ain't ever gonna turn the way I live off
Well, I'm livin' up and passin' down
'Til they lay me in the ground
I live off a back road in a small town
Story like my daddy before me and his daddy before that
I live off a hard day's work, penny saved, penny earned
Just to keep this shirt on my back, ah yeah
I live off a good man's lovin'
With tough in his blood and a heart of pure gold
From the very first breath I breath to my last y'all
I ain't ever gonna turn the way I live off
Ain't no way I'ma turn the way I live off
Ain't no (never) way, turn the way I live off
Ain't no way I'ma turn the way I live off
Ain't no way, never
Writer: Adam Doleac, Dallas Wilson, Trannie Anderson, Lainey Wilson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Wildflowers and Wild Horses
Wildflowers
Wild horses
In the middle of the night
I hear a corn field coyote cry
Up at the moon no matter what
Sky I'm laying under
In the eye of a hurricane
When I got one foot in the grave
I'll dig my boots into the dirt
And face the rolling thunder
I'm five generations of blazing a trail
Through barbed wire valleys and overgrown dells
I'm barefoot and bareback and born tough as nails
Whoa
I'm four fifths of reckless and one fifth of jack
I push like a daisy through old sidewalk cracks
Yeah, my kinda crazy's still running its courses
With wildflowers and wild horses
It's in the water in my veins
That bread of heaven falls like rain
So I'm taken care of either way
Make something out of how I'm made
Until I hitch a ride on glory's train
I'm five generations of blazing a trail
Through barbed wire valleys and overgrown dells
I'm barefoot and bareback and born tough as nails
Whoa
I'm four fifths of reckless and one fifth of jack
I push like a daisy through old sidewalk cracks
Yeah, my kinda crazy's still running its courses
With wildflowers and wild horses
I'm five generations of blazing a trail
Through barbed wire valleys and overgrown dells
I'm barefoot and bareback and born tough as nails
Whoa
I'm four fifths of reckless and one fifth of jack
I push like a daisy through old sidewalk cracks
Yeah, my kinda crazy's still running its courses
With wildflowers and wild horses
Yeah, my kinda crazy's still running its courses
With wildflowers and wild horses
Wildflowers and wild horses
Wild horses
In the middle of the night
I hear a corn field coyote cry
Up at the moon no matter what
Sky I'm laying under
In the eye of a hurricane
When I got one foot in the grave
I'll dig my boots into the dirt
And face the rolling thunder
I'm five generations of blazing a trail
Through barbed wire valleys and overgrown dells
I'm barefoot and bareback and born tough as nails
Whoa
I'm four fifths of reckless and one fifth of jack
I push like a daisy through old sidewalk cracks
Yeah, my kinda crazy's still running its courses
With wildflowers and wild horses
It's in the water in my veins
That bread of heaven falls like rain
So I'm taken care of either way
Make something out of how I'm made
Until I hitch a ride on glory's train
I'm five generations of blazing a trail
Through barbed wire valleys and overgrown dells
I'm barefoot and bareback and born tough as nails
Whoa
I'm four fifths of reckless and one fifth of jack
I push like a daisy through old sidewalk cracks
Yeah, my kinda crazy's still running its courses
With wildflowers and wild horses
I'm five generations of blazing a trail
Through barbed wire valleys and overgrown dells
I'm barefoot and bareback and born tough as nails
Whoa
I'm four fifths of reckless and one fifth of jack
I push like a daisy through old sidewalk cracks
Yeah, my kinda crazy's still running its courses
With wildflowers and wild horses
Yeah, my kinda crazy's still running its courses
With wildflowers and wild horses
Wildflowers and wild horses
Writer: Lainey Wilson, Paul Sikes, Trannie Anderson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Whats Up (Whats Going On)
Twenty-five years and my life is still
Tryin' to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination
I realized quickly when I knew I should
That the world was made up of a brotherhood of man
For whatever that means
And so I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed
Just to get it all out, what's in my head
And I, I'm feeling a little peculiar
And when I wake up in the morning and I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream at the top of my lungs
"What's goin' on?"
And I said, "Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey
Hey-ey-ey"
I said, "Hey, what's goin' on?"
And I said, "Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey
Hey-ey-ey"
I said, "Hey, what's goin' on?"
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh, ooh
And I try
Oh my God, do I try
I try all the time
In this institution
Oh, I pray (I pray)
Oh my God, do I pray
I pray every single day
For a revolution
And well I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed
Just to get it all out, what's in my head
And I, I'm feeling a little peculiar
And when I wake up in the morning and I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream at the top of my lungs
"What's goin' on?"
And I said, "Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey
Hey-ey-ey"
I said, "Hey, what's goin' on?"
And I said, "hey-ey-ey-ey-ey
Hey-ey-ey"
I said, "Hey (I said, "Hey"), what's goin' on?"
And I said, "Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey
Hey-ey, hey, what's goin' on?"
And I said, "Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey
Hey-ey-ey"
I said, "Hey (I said, "Hey"), what's goin' on?"
And I said, "Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey
Hey-ey-ey"
I said, "Hey, what's goin' on?"
Tryin' to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination
I realized quickly when I knew I should
That the world was made up of a brotherhood of man
For whatever that means
And so I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed
Just to get it all out, what's in my head
And I, I'm feeling a little peculiar
And when I wake up in the morning and I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream at the top of my lungs
"What's goin' on?"
And I said, "Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey
Hey-ey-ey"
I said, "Hey, what's goin' on?"
And I said, "Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey
Hey-ey-ey"
I said, "Hey, what's goin' on?"
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh, ooh
And I try
Oh my God, do I try
I try all the time
In this institution
Oh, I pray (I pray)
Oh my God, do I pray
I pray every single day
For a revolution
And well I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed
Just to get it all out, what's in my head
And I, I'm feeling a little peculiar
And when I wake up in the morning and I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream at the top of my lungs
"What's goin' on?"
And I said, "Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey
Hey-ey-ey"
I said, "Hey, what's goin' on?"
And I said, "hey-ey-ey-ey-ey
Hey-ey-ey"
I said, "Hey (I said, "Hey"), what's goin' on?"
And I said, "Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey
Hey-ey, hey, what's goin' on?"
And I said, "Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey
Hey-ey-ey"
I said, "Hey (I said, "Hey"), what's goin' on?"
And I said, "Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey
Hey-ey-ey"
I said, "Hey, what's goin' on?"
Writer: Linda Perry
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Bell Bottom Country is the fourth studio album by American country music singer-songwriter Lainey Wilson. The album serves as the follow-up to her third studio album, Sayin' What I'm Thinkin' (2021). It was preceded by the single "Heart Like a Truck".
Sonically, the album combines country with elements of '70s rock, funk and soul.
It won Best Country Album at the 66th Annual Grammy Awards, Album of the Year at the 58th Academy of Country Music Awards, and Album of the Year at the 57th Annual Country Music Association Awards.
Performed By:
Lainey WilsonSonically, the album combines country with elements of '70s rock, funk and soul.
It won Best Country Album at the 66th Annual Grammy Awards, Album of the Year at the 58th Academy of Country Music Awards, and Album of the Year at the 57th Annual Country Music Association Awards.
Genre(s): Country
Producer(s): Jay Joyce
Length: 56:02
Released: October 28th, 2022
Year: 2022