Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
HARDY
Vocals
David Garcia
Programming
Jerry Roe
Drums
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Alex Wright
Keyboards
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hunter Phelps
Songwriter
David Garcia
Songwriter
Michael Hardy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joey Moi
Producer
David Garcia
Co-Producer
Cody Quistad
Co-Producer
Scott Cooke
Editing Engineer
Josh Ditty
Recording Engineer
Eivind Nordland
Editing Engineer
Ryan Yount
Assistant Recording Engineer
Katelyn Prieboy
Assistant Recording Engineer
Justin Shturtz
Mastering Engineer
HARDY
Producer
Lyrics
Jim Bob drinks his coffee with a Pall Mall and a Keystone
Sits out on his front porch with his flea infested dogs
Caught a little shrapnel from some boom boom in his knee bone
Pops a half a Percocet to keep the hurting off
They say, "Jim Bob, go to work
Quit living for the buzz, Jim Bob, go to church"
But Jim Bob never does
"We don't wanna see you waste your life away"
He lights another cigarette and all he's got to say is
"All I wanna do until they lay my body down's
Take my pills, pay my bills, blow the rest all on some Crown
Fill this Boone and Crockett holler with Country Boy Can Survive
Get fucked up on my back 40, point my pistol to the sky
Make it go pow, pow, pow
Somebody gonna go, "Wow, wow, wow
That boy's got some demons, he's a heathen, put him in a pew
He need some Jesus now, now, now"
I don't know how, how, how or when it will be
All I know's I'm gonna live this redneck life until kills me"
Jim Bob's got his name already written on some granite
Main Street Cemetery underneath that water oak
He says he never seen it 'cause he hates them city limits
In the back of a black Cadillac's the only way he'll go, and he goes
"All I wanna do until they lay my body down's
Take my pills, pay my bills, blow the rest all on some Crown
Fill this Boone and Crockett holler with Country Boy Can Survive
Get fucked up on my back 40, point my pistol to the sky
Make it go pow, pow, pow
Somebody gonna go, "Wow, wow, wow
That boy's got some demons, he's a heathen, put him in a pew
He need some Jesus now, now, now"
I don't know how, how, how or when it will be
All I know's I'm gonna live this redneck life until kills me"
All I wanna do until they lay my body down's
Take my pills, pay my bills, blow the rest all on some Crown
Fill this Boone and Crockett holler with Country Boy Can Survive
Get fucked up on my back 40, point my pistol to the sky
Make it go pow, pow, pow
Somebody gonna go, "Wow, wow, wow
That boy's got some demons, he's a heathen, put him in a pew
He need some Jesus now, now, now"
I don't know how, how, how or when it will be
All I know's I'm gonna live this redneck life until kills me
Writer(s): Hunter Phelps, David Garcia, Cody Quistad, Michael Hardy
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