Goin' Nowhere
(专辑: HIXTAPE, Vol. 2 - 2021)
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