Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brad Paisley
Electric Guitar
Eric Darken
Percussion
Justin Williamson
Fiddle
Ben Sesar
Drums
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
Gary Hooker
Electric Guitar
Randle Currie
Steel Guitar
Gordon Mote
Piano
Kevin "Swine" Grantt
Electric Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brad Paisley
Songwriter
Kelley Lovelace
Songwriter
Lee Thomas Miller
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Rogers
Producer
Adam Hatley
Editing Engineer
Brady Barnett
Editing Engineer
Brian David Willis
Editing Engineer
Drew Bollman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Hank Williams
Mastering Engineer
Jason Lehning
Engineer
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
Kendal Marcy
Engineer
Matt Coles
Engineer
Neal Cappellino
Engineer
Richard Barrow
Recording Engineer
Steve Blackmon
Engineer
Steve Short
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tyler Moles
Editing Engineer
Lyrics
When you see a deer, you see Bambi
And I see antlers up on the wall
When you see a lake, you think picnics
And I see a largemouth up under that log
You're probably thinkin' that you're gonna change me
In some ways, well, maybe you might
Scrub me down, dress me up, oh, but no matter what
Remember, I'm still a guy
When you see a priceless French paintin'
I see a drunk naked girl
And you think that ridin' a wild bull sounds crazy
And I'd like to give it a whirl
Well, love makes a man do some things he ain't proud of
And in a weak moment, I might
Walk your sissy dog, hold your purse at the mall
But remember, I'm still a guy
And I'll pour out my heart, hold your hand in the car
Write a love song that makes you cry
Then turn right around, knock some jerk to the ground
'Cause he copped a feel as you walked by
I can hear you now talkin' to your friends
Saying, "Yeah, girls, he's come a long way"
From draggin' his knuckles and carryin' a club
And buildin' a fire in a cave
But when you say a back rub means only a back rub
Then you swat my hand when I try
Well, now, what can I say at the end of the day?
Honey, I'm still a guy
And I'll pour out my heart, hold your hand in the car
Write a love song that makes you cry
Then turn right around, knock some jerk to the ground
'Cause he copped a feel as you walked by
These days, there's dudes gettin' facials
Manicured, waxed, and botoxed
With deep spray-on tans and creamy, lotion-y hands
You can't grip a tackle box
Yeah, with all of these men linin' up to get neutered
It's hip now to be feminized
But I don't highlight my hair, I've still got a pair
Yeah, honey, I'm still a guy
Oh, my eyebrows ain't plucked
There's a gun in my truck
Oh, thank God, I'm still a guy
Yeah, boy
Writer(s): Brad Douglas Paisley, Lee Thomas Miller, John Kelley Lovelace
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