Goin’ Nowhere (feat. HARDY, Morgan Wallen & Chris Shiflett)

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 these 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 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 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
 Some people get the itch to ditch a dirt road
 But that county line sign's as far as I'll go, 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 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 (oh, oh, oh)
 (Country life is what you make it, you love it or you leave it)
 Goin' nowhere
 (I got a reputation, I damn sure plan to keep it)
 Y'all, I'm goin' nowhere
 (Every bottle, every party, every parkin' lot fight)
 Guess all them daughter's daddy's were right
 I'm goin' nowhere (oh, oh, oh)