Goin' Nowhere

[Verse 1: HARDY] 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) [Chorus: HARDY] '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 [Post-Chorus: HARDY] Alright, Wallen, where you goin'? [Verse 2: Morgan Wallen] 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 [Chorus: Morgan Wallen] 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 [Bridge: Morgan Wallen] 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 [Chorus: HARDY & Morgan Wallen] '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 (Oh-oh-oh) [Outro: HARDY, Morgan Wallen & Both] (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)