Busch light on the ice
Titans on the tube
Zapper poppin' flies out here in the boons
Ha, I'm goin nowhere (oh, oh, oh)
Yeah, I know the mountains got the snow
Cali's got the beach
Memphis got the soul, Atlanta's got the beats
But y'all I'm goin nowhere (oh, oh, oh)
Cause I'm stuck in this town, in my truck
Ridin' round with a plug of long cut in my lip
You'd have to cut the whole tree down
Can't rip this roots out the ground
Ain't gettin' out and I don't care
Cause why in the hell would I leave?
I don't need anything
But fried chicken and crickets
If there's a yellow pine box
You can carry me in it
This red dirt you can bury me in it
I'm goin' nowhere
Alright, Wallen, where you goin?
Yeah, country life is what you make it
You love it or you leave it
I've got a reputation
I damn sure plan to keep it
Every bottle, every party
Every parkin lot fight
Guess all them daughter's daddy's were right
I'm goin nowhere
Stuck in this town, in my truck
Ridin' round with a plug of long cut in my lip
You'd have to cut the whole tree down
Can't rip these roots out the ground
Ain't getting out and I don't care
Cause why in the hell would I leave?
I don't need anything but fried chicken and crickets
If there's a yellow pine box
You can carry me in it
This red dirt, you can bury me in it
I'm goin nowhere
Some people get the itch to ditch a dirt road
But that county line signs as far as I'll go (oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Because I'm stuck in this town, in my truck
Ridin' round with a plug of long cut in my lip
You'd have to cut the whole tree down
Can't rip these roots out the ground
Ain't getting out and I don't care
Cause why in the hell would I leave?
I don't need anything but fried chicken and crickets
If there's a yellow pine box
You can carry me in it
This red dirt you can bury me in it
I'm goin nowhere
Goin nowhere
Y'all I'm goin nowhere
Guess all them daughter's daddy's were right
I'm goin nowhere (oh, oh, oh)