Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drew Gregory
Drew Gregory
Vocals
Brendan Waters
Brendan Waters
Keyboards
Greg Williamson
Greg Williamson
Drums
Mitch Jay
Mitch Jay
Pedal Steel Guitar
Brennan Wall
Brennan Wall
Guitar
Jeremy Rush
Jeremy Rush
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Drew Gregory
Drew Gregory
Composer
Devin Cooper
Devin Cooper
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Justin Kudding
Justin Kudding
Producer
Brendan Waters
Brendan Waters
Producer
Jeff Dalziel
Jeff Dalziel
Mixing Engineer
Mark Troyer
Mark Troyer
Engineer
Brock McFarlane
Brock McFarlane
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

TOO HIGH TO CLIMB THAT MOUNTAIN, TOO DRUNK TO GET TOO FAR
TOO BROKE TO BUY MY LIQUOR, SO I DRINK IT FROM A JAR
GOTTA JUNKYARD FULL OF BALD ASS TIRES, AND A BEAT UP OLD FARM TRUCK
GOT NO PLANS OF LEAVIN’, BUT I SURE AS HELL AIN’T STUCK.
YA I’M RIGHT WHERE I WANNA BE
IT'S A HAYSEED LIFE FOR ME
AIN’T NO GETTIN’ RICH TOO QUICK. STICKIN’ IT OUT HERE IN THE STICKS
BUT I GOT ALL I NEED
TOO HIGH TO CLIMB THAT MOUNTAIN, TOO DRUNK TO GET TOO FAR
TOO BROKE TO BUY MY LIQUOR, SO I DRINK IT FROM A JAR
GOTTA JUNKYARD FULL OF BALD ASS TIRES, AND A BEAT UP OLD FARM TRUCK
GOT NO PLANS OF LEAVIN’, BUT I SURE AS HELL AIN’T STUCK
YOU MIGHT WONDER WHY I STAY
BUT YOU CAN’T WIPE THIS, SMILE, FROM MY FACE
WITH A COPENHAGEN DIP AND THAT REV IT UP REDNECK SHIT
RUNNING THROUGH MY VEINS
TOO HIGH TO CLIMB THAT MOUNTAIN, TOO DRUNK TO GET TOO FAR
TOO BROKE TO BUY MY LIQUOR, SO I DRINK IT FROM A JAR
GOTTA JUNKYARD FULL OF BALD ASS TIRES, AND A BEAT UP OLD FARM TRUCK
GOT NO PLANS OF LEAVIN’, BUT I SURE AS HELL AIN’T STUCK
I’D TRADE THEM DOWNTOWN LIGHTS FOR A SKY OF STARS
TAKE MY HOMEMADE SHINE OVER TOP SHELF BARS
SPEND SOME TIME OUT HERE, YA WE’LL PUT ON SHOW
AND YOU’LL UNDERSTAND WHY I DON’T WANNA GO
TOO HIGH TO CLIMB THAT MOUNTAIN, TOO DRUNK TO GET TOO FAR
TOO BROKE TO BUY MY LIQUOR, SO I DRINK IT FROM A JAR
GOTTA JUNKYARD FULL OF BALD ASS TIRES, AND A BEAT UP OLD FARM TRUCK
GOT NO PLANS OF LEAVIN’, AND I’M SURE AS HELL TOO
TOO HIGH TO CLIMB THAT MOUNTAIN, TOO DRUNK TO GET TOO FAR
TOO BROKE TO BUY MY LIQUOR, SO I DRINK IT FROM THE JAR
GOTTA JUNKYARD FULL OF BALD ASS TIRES, AND A BEAT UP OLD FARM TRUCK
GOT NO PLANS OF LEAVIN’, BUT I SURE AS HELL AIN’T, SURE AS HELL AIN’T STUCK
Written by: Devin Cooper, Drew Gregory
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out