More songs by Tyler Childers
Description
Pedal Steel Guitar, Background Vocal: James Barker
Vocal, Associated Performer, Composer, Additional Production, Lyricist: Tyler Childers
Background Vocal, Electric Guitar: Craig Burletic
Wurlitzer Piano: Kory Caudill
Percussion, Drums: Rod Elkins
Programmer, Background Vocal: Matt Rowland
Electric Guitar: Jesse Wells
Misc. Producer, Harp: Oliver Child-Lanning
Background Vocal: Alex Sauser-Monnig
Background Vocal: Amelia Meath
Additional Production, Synthesizer, Percussion, Additional Engineer: Nick Sanborn
Producer: Rick Rubin
Recording Engineer: Ryan Hewitt
Assistant Recording Engineer: Louis Remenapp
Engineer: Alli Rogers
Mixing Engineer: Shawn Everett
Assistant Mixing Engineer: Ian Gold
Mastering Engineer: Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer: Steve Fallone
A& R Director: Dan Chertoff
A& R Director: Arielle Blattman
Engineer: Bo Bodnar
Lyrics and translation
Original
See them alligator on the passenger side. Uzi is a bad dog, who's he gonna bite?
If he ever get the vibe you wanna fuck around and find.
Get by.
Strip.
Drag you out a hole, run you up a tree. Cut it down with his own bare teeth.
Hit you in the mouth so copperhead mean. Drag you to his feet, it trails.
Ain't a man in the holler like dirty odd Trill. Hunting them whitetail rutting on the hill.
Throwing that lead, laying them still.
'Neath the trees when the leaves all die.
Raised in the bricks where the blue lights scream.
Something like a beagle with a fever dream. To get you in the grips of their little saw teeth.
They'll hunt you till they wear you down. He kept his head down, hustled like he's hauling mail.
Circled back and brought them till they lost the trail.
Watching in the thicket as they wag their tails. Looking like a punk-ass clown.
Ain't a man in the holler like dirty odd Trill.
Hunting them whitetail rutting on the hill. Throwing that lead, laying them still.
'Neath the trees when the leaves all die.
Ain't a man in the holler like dirty odd Trill.
Hunting them whitetail rutting on the hill. Throwing that lead, laying them still.
Ain't a man in the holler like dirty odd Trill.
Hunting them whitetail rutting on the hill. Throwing that lead, laying them still.
Ain't a man in the holler like dirty odd Trill. Hunting them whitetail rutting on the hill.
Throwing that lead, -laying them still. Strip.
-He said hunt you up a plan, track it to the end.
Run it through the valley, over the ridge and in a den. Fight it like a mallet till you get the win.
Until you do, brother, don't slow down. Ain't a man in the holler like dirty odd Trill.
Hunting them whitetail rutting on the hill. Throwing that lead, laying them still.
'Neath the trees when the leaves all die. Ain't a man in the holler like dirty odd
Trill. Hunting them whitetail rutting on the hill.
Throwing that lead, laying them still.
Strip.
Ain't a man in the holler like dirty odd
Trill. Hunting them whitetail rutting on the hill.
Throwing that lead, laying them still. Ain't a man in the holler like dirty odd Trill.
Hunting them whitetail rutting on the hill.
Throwing that lead, laying them still.
Drag you out a hole, run you up a tree. Cut it down with his own bare teeth.
Hit you in the mouth so copperhead mean. Drag you to his feet, it trails.
Sees them alligator on the passenger side. Uzi is a bad dog, who's he gonna bite?
If he ever get the vibe you wanna fuck around and find.
Ain't a man in the holler like dirty odd Trill.
Hunting them whitetail rutting on the hill. Throwing that lead, laying them still.
Ain't a man in the holler like dirty odd Trill. Hunting them whitetail rutting on the hill.
Throwing that lead, laying them still.
English translation
See them alligator on the passenger side. Uzi is a bad dog, who's he gonna bite?
If he ever get the vibe you wanna fuck around and find.
Get by.
Strip.
Drag you out a hole, run you up a tree. Cut it down with his own bare teeth.
Hit you in the mouth so copperhead mean. Drag you to his feet, it trails.
Ain't a man in the holler like dirty odd Trill. Hunting them whitetail rutting on the hill.
Throwing that lead, laying them still.
'Neath the trees when the leaves all die.
Raised in the bricks where the blue lights scream.
Something like a beagle with a fever dream. To get you in the grips of their little saw teeth.
They'll hunt you till they wear you down. He kept his head down, hustled like he's hauling mail.
Circled back and brought them till they lost the trail.
Watching in the thicket as they wag their tails. Looking like a punk-ass clown.
Ain't a man in the holler like dirty odd Trill.
Hunting them whitetail rutting on the hill. Throwing that lead, laying them still.
'Neath the trees when the leaves all die.
Ain't a man in the holler like dirty odd Trill.
Hunting them whitetail rutting on the hill. Throwing that lead, laying them still.
Ain't a man in the holler like dirty odd Trill.
Hunting them whitetail rutting on the hill. Throwing that lead, laying them still.
Ain't a man in the holler like dirty odd Trill. Hunting them whitetail rutting on the hill.
Throwing that lead, -laying them still. Strip.
-He said hunt you up a plan, track it to the end.
Run it through the valley, over the ridge and in a den. Fight it like a mallet till you get the win.
Until you do, brother, don't slow down. Ain't a man in the holler like dirty odd Trill.
Hunting them whitetail rutting on the hill. Throwing that lead, laying them still.
'Neath the trees when the leaves all die. Ain't a man in the holler like dirty odd
Trill. Hunting them whitetail rutting on the hill.
Throwing that lead, laying them still.
Strip.
Ain't a man in the holler like dirty odd
Trill. Hunting them whitetail rutting on the hill.
Throwing that lead, laying them still. Ain't a man in the holler like dirty odd Trill.
Hunting them whitetail rutting on the hill.
Throwing that lead, laying them still.
Drag you out a hole, run you up a tree. Cut it down with his own bare teeth.
Hit you in the mouth so copperhead mean. Drag you to his feet, it trails.
Sees them alligator on the passenger side. Uzi is a bad dog, who's he gonna bite?
If he ever get the vibe you wanna fuck around and find.
Ain't a man in the holler like dirty odd Trill.
Hunting them whitetail rutting on the hill. Throwing that lead, laying them still.
Ain't a man in the holler like dirty odd Trill. Hunting them whitetail rutting on the hill.
Throwing that lead, laying them still.