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• Artiste: HARDY
• Titre: Goin' Nowhere
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Busch Light light on the ice, tidings on the tube Zapper popping flies out here in the boons Hah, 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 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 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 Guess all them daughter's daddies were right, I'm going nowhere Stuck in this town, in my truck Riding 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 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 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 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 (yeah, I'm going nowhere) Every bottle, every party, every parking lot fire Guess all them daughter's daddies were right, I'm going nowhere