Morgan WallenStill Goin' Down

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Still Goin’ Downの歌詞

The way I talk, I guess I got it from my pops
Product of some kneeling down
In a town where the doors don’t lock
And there’s a million other people like me
From a scene a little more podunk than pop
I didn’t choose being born in the sticks
And I’ll be damned if I sound like something I ain’t
For some folks, a back road
Gets old but for me, it just can’t

‘Cause I’m from a small town
Southern drawl crowd
We’re sippin’ clear, drinkin’
Beer on a Friday night
Every country girl got on her cut offs
Shaking her hips, take a trip
Buddy tell me I’m a liar
Still circle up big trucks around a fire
Still kicking up some dust behind the tires
Call it cliché, but hey, just take it from me
It’s still goin’ down out in the country

Somewhere now, someone’s out there
Sipping on some hundred proof
And everyday a baby’s born with some baby blues
A good ole boy’s got on his
Faded boots working a 9 to 5
I’m just another southern hellraiser
Ain’t breaking ground, makin’ sound
For them drop it down tailgaters
But y’all, that’s all I know to say
So if you think I’m full of it
Ain’t done it, check the resume