Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brandon Still
Organ
Brit Turner
Drums
Charlie Starr
Guitar
Paul Jackson
Guitar
Richard Turner
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Still
Songwriter
Brit Turner
Songwriter
Charlie Starr
Songwriter
Gordon Kennedy
Songwriter
Paul Jackson
Songwriter
Richard Turner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Blackberry Smoke
Producer
Zac Brown
Producer
Matt Mangano
Producer
Clay Cook
Producer
Brandon Bell
Engineer
Evan Bradford
Assistant Engineer
John Kelton
Engineer
Julian Dreyer
Assistant Engineer
Matthew Wallace
Mixing Engineer
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Tyler Walker
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
Well, I'm not trying to get in the way
Mindin' my own, got nothin' to say
About nobody
That's right, nobody
Don't shake my tree, don't rattle my cage
You and me will be on the same page
Got no trouble
Don't make no trouble
Yeah, you best let a sleepin' dog lie
'Cause soon you'll come to understand why
Hey, you're gonna get bit right between the eyes
Well, let me tell you how it all went down
Funky little joint on the edge of town
Called the Pine's Pub
Ol' Wayne had had too much
Well, push come to shove and it came to blows
Spilled some blood and I broke his nose
Yes, I had to do it
Mama, that's all there was to it
Now, you best let a sleepin' dog lie
'Cause soon you'll come to understand why
Hey, you're gonna get bit right between the eyes
Said you best let a sleepin' dog lie
C'mon, yeah
Make no mistake, let there be no doubt
Paint me in a corner, I'll fight my way out
The moral of the story, brother, this is it
I'll be all over you like stink on shit
Hey, you best let a sleepin' dog lie
'Cause soon you'll come to understand why
Hey, you're gonna get bit right between the eyes
If you don't let a sleepin' dog lie
You best let a sleepin' dog lie
'Cause soon you'll come to understand why
Hey, you're gonna get bit right between the eyes
Said you best let a sleepin' dog lie
Written by: Charles Gray, Gordon Scott Kennedy