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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
HARDY
HARDY
Vocals
Cole Swindell
Cole Swindell
Vocals
Dustin Lynch
Dustin Lynch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matt Dragstrem
Matt Dragstrem
Songwriter
Michael Hardy
Michael Hardy
Songwriter
Brett Tyler
Brett Tyler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Cole Swindell)
[Verse 2]
Little Royal Pine Tree on the dashboard (Skrrt)
Little John Boy and Billy on the FM
Might win a hundred dollars if he's the fifth caller
And names the bass player from Zeppelin (Jimmy J, uh)
[Verse 3]
Lip dip, spittin' in a Big Gulp cup
Little honey bun breakfast, sun comin' on up
'Bout to punch it in, 'bout to knock it out
5 o'clock it out and head back to the house
[Verse 4]
And hey, he's in every little podunk square
Rockin' the 59Fifty hat hair
I'm talkin' down-home brother
Country girl on his arm, barbed wire on the other
Yeah, a couple deer hanging over his couch
Couple cold beers make the drawl fall out
Like a one-two punch, pretty boy with a mouth
Didn't know he was messin' with a boy from the south
[Verse 5]
(DL, tell 'em 'bout it one time, son)
Mama taught middle school, daddy sold Michelins
Learned to act right from some backside discipline
Raised in the heat
Rockin' bare feet
Cools off in the catfish creek he's fishing in
Won't find him in Marina del Rey
His roots run deep in the Bible Belt
[Verse 6]
Hey, he's every little podunk square
Rockin' the 59Fifty hat hair
I'm talkin' down-home brother
Country girl on his arm, barbed wire on the other
Yeah, a couple deer hanging over his couch
Couple cold beers make the drawl fall out
Like a one-two punch, pretty boy with a mouth
Didn't know he was messin' with a boy from the
[Verse 7]
Dirty, dirty, thirty degrees is too cold
Eatin' meat and three fried green tomatoes
Writing 'We Want Bama' on the back windshield
Singin', "Rock me mama like a wagon wheel"
Hey
To the Cumberland Gap, uh
[Verse 8]
Hey, he's every little podunk square
Rockin' the 59Fifty hat hair
I'm talkin' down-home brother
Country girl on his arm, barbed wire on the other
Yeah, a couple deer hanging over his couch
Couple cold beers make the drawl fall out
Like a one-two punch, pretty boy with a mouth
Didn't know he was messin' with a boy from the south
[Verse 9]
Yeah, messin' with a boy from the south
Yeah, messin' with a boy from the south
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woo
Written by: Brett Tyler, Matt Dragstrem, Michael Hardy
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