Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Morgan Wallen
Vocals
Jerry Roe
Drums
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
Bryan Sutton
Acoustic Guitar
Dave Cohen
Keyboards
Michael Hardy
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Hardy
Songwriter
Smith Ahnquist
Songwriter
Hunter Phelps
Songwriter
Jameson Rodgers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scott Cooke
Editing Engineer
Matt McCartney
Editing Engineer
Eivind Nordland
Editing Engineer
Ryan Yount
Editing Engineer
Joey Moi
Mixing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
My granddaddy ran shine in East Tennesse
I guess that's where I got my need for speed
I sell it illegal to people numbin' their pain
I'm a little crazy, but the world's insane
I keep a loaded .44 sittin' by the bed
For the jeepers and the creepers who ain't right in the head
Hope I never have to use it, but you never know these days
I'm a little crazy, but the world's insane
Oh, once you get to know me
I'm a coyote in a field of wolves
Oh, I'm a red-letter rebel
But some become the devil when the moon is full
Yeah, the only thing keeping these tracks on the train
Knowin' I'm a little crazy, but the world's insane
I'm the house on the hill where the lightnin' strikes
Kids ride by, scared, on their Santa Clause bikes
Oh, then one goes missin', walkin' right down main
Yeah, I'm a little crazy, but the world's insane
Oh, once you get to know me
I'm a coyote in a field of wolves
Oh, I'm a red-letter rebel
But some become the devil when the moon is full
Yeah, the only thing keeping these tracks on the train
Knowin' I'm a little crazy, but the world's insane
I'm screamin' at a TV that ain't got ears
On anti-depressants and lukewarm beers
And I do it every night, but the news don't change
Guess I'm a little crazy, but the world's insane
Oh, I'm a little crazy, but the world's insane
Writer(s): Hunter Phelps, Jameson Rodgers, Smith Ahnquist, Michael Hardy
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