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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyler Farr
Tyler Farr
Lead Vocals
Jelly Roll
Jelly Roll
Lead Vocals
Kurt Allison
Kurt Allison
Programming
Tully Kennedy
Tully Kennedy
Programming
Brad Winters
Brad Winters
Background Vocals
Chris McHugh
Chris McHugh
Drums
Mark D. Hill
Mark D. Hill
Bass Guitar
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Charlie Judge
Charlie Judge
Keyboards
Andy Sheridan
Andy Sheridan
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Farr
Tyler Farr
Songwriter
Andy Sheridan
Andy Sheridan
Songwriter
Jason Deford
Jason Deford
Songwriter
Vicky McGehee
Vicky McGehee
Songwriter
Josh Mirenda
Josh Mirenda
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason Aldean
Jason Aldean
Producer
Kurt Allison
Kurt Allison
Producer
Tully Kennedy
Tully Kennedy
Producer
Kam Lutcherhand
Kam Lutcherhand
Recording Engineer
Brad Winters
Brad Winters
Recording Engineer
Mark Hagen
Mark Hagen
Editing Engineer
Nick Brophy
Nick Brophy
Recording Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

This one’s for the ones who been livin’ off blocks
With the dogs on the porch ‘cause the doors don’t lock
Gotta boat in the back with a trailer as a dock
On that same piece of land Daddy’s granddaddy bought
Might seem a little different (Never change) but it’s our kinda livin’
Southern twang
Don’t expect you to get it
Jelly and T-farr
And if you don’t we don’t give a damn
Let’s go
‘Round here our trucks stay muddy
Out here our cooler’s loaded down
Ain’t scared to knuckle up buddy
You better think twice ‘fore you run that mouth
What you see is what you get and
What you get is what it is
Livin’ like Willie and Waylon and No Show did
Keepin’ it country as shit
Yeah fishin’ ain’t the only thing that we do in the dark
We pull over, hit the shoulder, and put that puppy in park
Got the windows rolled up
That light is about to spark
Yeah, that loud howlin’ dog let them tires start to bark
‘Round here our trucks stay muddy
Dirty, baby
Out here our cooler’s loaded down
Ice cold
Ain’t scared to knuckle up buddy
Never
You better think twice ‘fore you run that mouth
They don't want it know
What you see is what you get and
What you get is what it is
Is what it is
Livin’ like Willie and Waylon and No Show did
Jones, baby
Keepin’ it country as shit
Yeah, baby
Might seem a little different
Never change
But it’s our kinda livin’
Southern twang
Don’t expect you to get it
And if you don’t we don’t give a damn
Let’s go
‘Round here our trucks stay muddy
Dirty, baby
Out here our cooler’s loaded down
Ice cold
Ain’t scared to knuckle up buddy
Never
You better think twice ‘fore you run that mouth
Don't you run that mouth
What you see is what you get and
What you get is what it is
Is what it is
Livin’ like Willie and Waylon and No Show did
Jones, baby
Keepin’ it country as shit
I will not apologize
You know just what you get
Come and take a look where I live
We damn sure country as shit
Back woods ballin’ I'm never callin’ it quits
Breakin’ bottles and holler swaller and spit
Keepin’ it country as shit
Written by: Andy Sheridan, Jason Deford, Josh Mirenda, Tyler Farr, Vicky McGehee
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