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)