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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kelsea Ballerini
Kelsea Ballerini
Lead Vocals
Kelly Clarkson
Kelly Clarkson
Vocals
Carly Pearce
Carly Pearce
Vocals
Julian Bunetta
Julian Bunetta
Background Vocals
Shane McAnally
Shane McAnally
Background Vocals
Evan Hutchings
Evan Hutchings
Drums
Todd Lombardo
Todd Lombardo
Acoustic Guitar
Sol Philcox-Littlefield
Sol Philcox-Littlefield
Electric Guitar
Justin Schipper
Justin Schipper
Steel Guitar
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Alex Wright
Alex Wright
Piano
Craig Young
Craig Young
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kelsea Ballerini
Kelsea Ballerini
Songwriter
Julian Bunetta
Julian Bunetta
Songwriter
Shane McAnally
Shane McAnally
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Julian Bunetta
Julian Bunetta
Producer
Shane McAnally
Shane McAnally
Producer
Drew Bollman
Drew Bollman
Recording Engineer
Kam Luchterhand
Kam Luchterhand
Assistant Engineer
Jeff Gunnell
Jeff Gunnell
Assistant Engineer
Joe Zook
Joe Zook
Mixing Engineer
Ross Newbauer
Ross Newbauer
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nathan Dantzler
Nathan Dantzler
Mastering Engineer
Harrison Tate
Harrison Tate
Assistant Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hit it
[Verse 2]
I bet you still live with your mama
Down in her basement, tryin' to be Nirvana
Playing with your guitar all afternoon
[Verse 3]
You got the kinda face where it mighta been a maybe
But you got a lot to learn 'bout flirtin' with a lady
I'm down to talk dirty, but you started talking dirty too soon
[Verse 4]
You're drunk, go home
If you're trying to hook up
Gotta do it alone
The way you're slurring and the way you stumble
Ain't no way you're gonna get my number
Hey, walk away, so me and my girls can do our thing
I ain't looking for a one-night rodeo
You're drunk, go home
[Verse 5]
I think they mighta overserved you George Dickel
Now your friends are all gone, got yourself in a pickle
This bar'll run dry 'fore I let you split a ride with me, baby
[Verse 6]
Yeah, I know you're a Virgo, that's the third time you told me
Just 'cause I am too doesn't mean that you know me
You're just a dog and barking up the wrong damn tree
[Verse 7]
You're drunk, go home
If you're trying to hook up
Gotta do it alone
The way you're slurring and the way you stumble
Ain't no way you're gonna get my number
Hey, walk away, so me and my girls can do our thing
I ain't looking for a one-night rodeo
You're drunk, go home
[Verse 8]
You're drunk, go home
Any other night I might throw you a bone
But the way you're slurring and the way you stumble
Ain't no way you're gonna get my number
Hey, walk away, so me and my girls can do our thing
I ain't looking for a one-night rodeo
You ain't nothin' but a dive bar Romeo
You're drunk, go home
Written by: Julian Bunetta, Kelsea Ballerini, Shane McAnally
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