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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dallas Dwight
Dallas Dwight
Guitar
Darryl Silvera
Darryl Silvera
Guitar
Rahsaan Lacey
Rahsaan Lacey
Bass
Ryan Fosnow
Ryan Fosnow
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dallas Dwight
Dallas Dwight
Songwriter
Darryl Silvera
Darryl Silvera
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dallas Dwight
Dallas Dwight
Mixing Engineer
Darryl Silvera
Darryl Silvera
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I woke up on the floor of a booze bus in Hickory
With a splitting head, and not a clue in hell what had happened to me
So I called out to the guard
To ask what was going on
And he just looked at me
Said you wouldn't believe
If I told you what you'd done
You were riding on a tractor
Cursing at a pastor
Who knows your mama by her name
You were southern belle chasing
Dirt road racing
Like you're running with the bulls in Spain
You were two shots in
With an ear to ear grin
When you took that walk of shame
Guess you forgot what daddy taught ya
Now I gone and caught ya
There's gonna be some hell to pay
No, Evan, Jim, and Mark won't do
Uncle Jack told me to
Well it all started rushing back in a haze of memory
The choices made, the shots chased in infamy
So I called out to the guard
Said can we get these charges dropped
He just looked at me with a sideways smile
And said take a seat, you'll be here a while
Cause you were riding on a tractor
Cursing at a pastor
Who knows your mama by her name
You were southern belle chasing
Dirt road racing
Like you're running with the bulls in Spain
You were five shots in
With an ear to ear grin
When you took that walk of shame
Guess you forgot what daddy taught ya
Now I gone and caught ya
There's gonna be some hell to pay
No, Evan, Jim, and Mark won't do
Uncle Jack told me to
You were riding on a tractor
Cursing at a pastor
Who knows your mama by her name
You were southern belle chasing
Dirt road racing
Like you're running with the bulls in Spain
You drank us out of whiskey
And got a little frisky
With the ladies at the end of the night
You were driving 95
In a souped up Chevy
From 1969
You were ten shots in
When you picked a fight with Tim
And he knocked you right back in line
Guess you forgot what daddy taught ya
Now I gone and caught ya
You're stuck here doing your time
And I still have all the scars to prove
That Uncle Jack told me to
Oh, Uncle Jack told me to
Written by: Dallas Dwight, Darryl Silvera
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