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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tommy Acker
Tommy Acker
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tommy Acker
Tommy Acker
Composer
Hunter Hays
Hunter Hays
Composer
Logan Maggio
Logan Maggio
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lukas Scott
Lukas Scott
Producer

Lyrics

She's an ole miss Kappa Delt with a tag on her car from the Empire State
Comes from a trust fund that her daddy built up selling real estate
Got Luccheses on her feet, but she ain't fooling me
Cause she got a Louis Vuitton in her Rubicon that ain't ever seen mud
I bet that southern drawl's something she picked up in the last 2 months
Wonder where it'd lead if a country boy like me said
Baby I gotta know how this is gonna go
Whatcha say we pay the tab and you walk out with me cause
I know the perfect place where we could get away
I'll show you some things you ain't gonna find in the city, girl
We could trade these city lights for a back 40 fire
Let the traffic noise fade into a Cicada choir
We'll throw a blanket down
We can find some common ground
I'll see for myself if there's something more to this city girl
I ain't got no law degree
And my family tree don't come from much
But I got a wild side that them suit and ties downtown can't touch
I wonder what she'd think if I walked up with a drink and said
Baby I gotta know how this is gonna go
Whatcha say we pay the tab and you walk out with me cause
I know the perfect place where we could get away
I'll show you some things you ain't gonna find in the city, girl
We could trade these city lights for a back 40 fire
Let the traffic noise fade into a Cicada choir
We'll throw a blanket down
We can find some common ground
I'll see for myself if there's something more to this city girl
Like a 4x4 down and ole back road
How to catch a bass on an ole cane pole
Baby I gotta know how this is gonna go
Whatcha say we pay the tab and you walk out with me cause
I know the perfect place where we could get away
I'll show you some things you ain't gonna find in the city, girl
We could trade these city lights for a back 40 fire
Let the traffic noise fade into a Cicada choir
We'll throw a blanket down
We can find some common ground
I'll see for myself if there's something more to this city girl
Like a coyote yelling at a midnight moon
Or a hound dog treeing up an ole raccoon
Written by: Hunter Hays, Logan Maggio, Tommy Acker
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