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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
HARDY
HARDY
Vocals
David Garcia
David Garcia
Programming
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Drums
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Alex Wright
Alex Wright
Keyboards
Wes Hightower
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hunter Phelps
Hunter Phelps
Songwriter
David Garcia
David Garcia
Songwriter
Michael Hardy
Michael Hardy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Producer
David Garcia
David Garcia
Co-Producer
Cody Quistad
Cody Quistad
Co-Producer
Scott Cooke
Scott Cooke
Editing Engineer
Josh Ditty
Josh Ditty
Recording Engineer
Eivind Nordland
Eivind Nordland
Editing Engineer
Ryan Yount
Ryan Yount
Assistant Recording Engineer
Katelyn Prieboy
Katelyn Prieboy
Assistant Recording Engineer
Justin Shturtz
Justin Shturtz
Mastering Engineer
HARDY
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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