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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trace Adkins
Trace Adkins
Lead Vocals
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Electric Guitar
Bruce Bouton
Bruce Bouton
Steel Guitar
Jerry Troy Corenflos
Jerry Troy Corenflos
Electric Guitar
Jonathan Yudkin
Jonathan Yudkin
Fiddle
Larry Beaird
Larry Beaird
Acoustic Guitar
Lonnie Wilson
Lonnie Wilson
Drums
Mike Brignardello
Mike Brignardello
Bass
Perry Coleman
Perry Coleman
Background Vocals
Steve Nathan
Steve Nathan
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Randy Houser
Randy Houser
Songwriter
Jamey Johnson
Jamey Johnson
Songwriter
Dallas Davidson
Dallas Davidson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Producer
Chip Matthews
Chip Matthews
Engineer
Christopher Rowe
Christopher Rowe
Editing Engineer
Derek Bason
Derek Bason
Editing Engineer
Jed Hackett
Jed Hackett
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jeff Balding
Jeff Balding
Mixing Engineer
Mark Hagen
Mark Hagen
Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Turn it up some
Alright boys, this is her favorite song, you know that, right?
So, if we play it good and loud
She might get up and dance again
Ohh, she put her beer down
Here she comes, here she comes
Left, left, left-right-left
[Verse 1]
Hustlers shootin' eight ball
Throwin' darts at the wall
Feelin' damn near ten feet tall
Here she comes, Lord help us all
Ol' T.W.'s girlfriend done slapped him out his chair
Poor ole boy, it ain't his fault
It's so hard not to stare
[Chorus]
At that honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm, make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee, shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There oughta be a law, get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how'd she even get them britches on
That honky tonk badonkadonk
(Aww son)
[Verse 2]
Now Honey, you can't blame her
For what her mama gave her
It ain't right to hate her
For workin' that money-maker
Band shuts down at two
But we're hangin' out till three
We hate to see her go
But love to watch her leave
[Chorus]
With that honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm, make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee, shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There oughta be a law, get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how'd she even get them britches on
With that honky tonk badonkadonk
(Ooh, that's what I'm talkin' bout right there, honey)
[Bridge]
We don't care about the drinkin'
Barely listen to the band
Our hands, they start a shakin'
When she gets the urge to dance
Drivin' everybody crazy
You think you fell in love
Boys, you better keep your distance
You can look but you can't touch
[Chorus]
That honkey tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm, make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee, shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There oughta be a law, get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how'd she even get them britches on
That honky tonk badonkadonk
[Outro]
That honky tonk badonkadonk
Yeah, that honky tonk badonkadonk
(That honky tonk badonkadonk) That's it, right there boys, that's why we do what we do
(Honky tonk badonkadonk) It ain't for the money, it ain't for the glory, it ain't for the free whiskey
It's for the badonkadonk (That honky tonk badonkadonk)
Written by: Dallas Davidson, Shawn Randolph Houser, Jamey Johnson
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