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HiXTAPE - "Goin’ Nowhere" (feat. HARDY, Morgan Wallen, Chris Shiflett)"
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
HIXTAPE
HIXTAPE
All Instruments
HARDY
HARDY
Vocals
Morgan Wallen
Morgan Wallen
Vocals
Chris Shiflett
Chris Shiflett
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joe Clemmons
Joe Clemmons
Songwriter
Jacob Durrett
Jacob Durrett
Songwriter
Canaan Smith
Canaan Smith
Songwriter
Michael Hardy
Michael Hardy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Producer
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Busch Light on the ice, Titans on the tube
Zapper poppin' flies out here in the boons
Ha, I'm goin' nowhere (Oh-oh-oh)
Yeah, I know the mountains got the snow, Cali's got the beach
Memphis' got the soul, Atlanta's got the beats
But, y'all, I'm goin' nowhere (Oh-oh-oh)
[Chorus]
'Cause I'm stuck in this town, in my truck
Ridin' 'round with a plug of long cut in my lip
You'd have to cut the whole tree down
Can't rip these roots out the ground
Ain't gettin' out and I don't care
'Cause why in the hell would I leave?
I don't need anything but fried chicken and crickets
If there's a yellow pine box, you can carry me in it
This red dirt, you can bury me in it
I'm goin' nowhere
[PostChorus]
Alright, Wallen, where you goin'?
[Verse 2]
Yeah, country life is what you make it, you love it or you leave it
I got a reputation, I damn sure plan to keep it
Every bottle, every party, every parkin' lot fight
Guess all them daughter's daddy's were right
I'm goin' nowhere
[Chorus]
Stuck in this town, in my truck
Ridin' 'round with a plug of long cut in my lip
You'd have to cut the whole tree down
Can't rip these roots out the ground
Ain't gettin' out and I don't care
'Cause why in the hell would I leave?
I don't need anything but fried chicken and crickets
If there's a yellow pine box, you can carry me in it
This red dirt, you can bury me in it
I'm goin' nowhere
[Bridge]
Some people get the itch to ditch a dirt road
But that county line sign's as far as I'll go-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
[Chorus]
'Cause I'm stuck in this town, in my truck
Ridin' 'round with a plug of long cut in my lip
You'd have to cut the whole tree down
Can't rip these roots out the ground
Ain't gettin' out and I don't care
'Cause why in the hell would I leave?
I don't need anything but fried chicken and crickets
If there's a yellow pine box, you can carry me in it
This red dirt, you can bury me in it
I'm goin' nowhere (Oh-oh-oh)
[Outro]
(Country life is what you make it, you love it or you leave it)
Goin' nowhere
(I got a reputation, I damn sure plan to keep it)
Y'all, I'm goin' nowhere
(Every bottle, every party, every parkin' lot fight)
Guess all them daughter's daddy's were right
I'm goin' nowhere (Oh-oh-oh)
Written by: Bradley Bennet, Canaan Smith, Jacob Durrett, Joe Clemmons, Michael Hardy
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