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Sammy Arriaga

music city.

 

music city.

(album: Boots x Beats - 2021)


Take me down, down to music city
Where the country girls looking so damn pretty
And the bands are playing 'til the a.m. with me
Hurry up and gas up the truck

Man f work, punched that clock so hard, I done broke it
Got my check and I'm ready to blow it
I'm craving neon lights and a four-day holiday
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Getting the hell outta this two-lane town
It ain't my birthday but I like how that sounds
Call up the fellas 'cause we on our way out
Throw on an oldie, light up a roadie and

Take me down, down to music city
Where the country girls looking so damn pretty
And the bands are playing 'til the a.m with me (with me)
Hurry up and gas up the truck
And take me down, down to music city
Where the country girls ain't afraid to get gritty
Where they drop a ben for some Tennessee whiskey
Hurry up and gas up the truck

Sh-, I can't wait, 'bout to crash some bachelorettes
See how trashed we get, promise we'll forget everything
But I don't care 'cause we doing it all again
(Round two, baby)
Don't wanna go back to my two lane town
It ain't my birthday but they buying me rounds
Even they momma gon' be checking me out
Whiskey and sodie play me an oldie and...

Take me down, down to music city
Where the country girls looking so damn pretty
And the bands are playing 'til the a.m. with me
Hurry up and gas up the truck
And take me down, down to music city
Where the country girls ain't afraid to get gritty
Where they drop a ben for some Tennessee whiskey
Hurry up and gas up the truck

No, no
No, I ain't going back home (I ain't going back home)
No, no
No, I ain't going back home (ooh, yeah)
No, no
No, I ain't going back home (I ain't going back home)
No, no
No, I ain't going back home

Take me down, down to music city
Where the country girls looking so damn pretty
And the bands are playing 'til the a.m. with me
Hurry up and gas up the truck

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