More songs by Jordan Davis
Description
Additional Engineer, Producer: Paul DiGiovanni
Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer: Jim Cooley
Second Engineer: Zach Kuhlman
Additional Engineer, Background Vocalist: Trey Keller
Mastering Engineer: Randy Merrill
Production Coordinator: Mike Griffith
Production Coordinator: Rose Hutcheson
Composer Lyricist, Vocalist: Jordan Davis
Composer Lyricist: Jacob Davis
Composer Lyricist: Josh Kerr
Composer Lyricist: Lauren Hungate
Lyrics and translation
Original
My family bloodline runs a little crooked.
It's half Mississippi, half hell, who knows? And I found a way of finding trouble when it wouldn't look.
And muddy water runs through my roots and the soles of these old boots that carved this path.
And my last name's to thank for that.
I've raised daddy's blood pressure and my mama's eyebrows. Raised to raise hell with my hands and my head bowed.
This apple might've rolled all the way to Tennessee.
Didn't always have it made, but that's what made me. Daddy was a hammer down, hair trigger, silver tongue.
My mama was a pistol, they made a son of a gun.
They made a son of a gun.
Well, it takes a certain kind of heart, special kind of woman.
To be the brakes on a runaway train. Well, I guess the good Lord knew way more about what He's doing.
'Cause now that angel's raising babies with the boy that raised daddy's blood pressure and my mama's eyebrows.
Raised to raise hell with my hands and my head bowed. This apple might've rolled all the way to Tennessee.
Didn't always have it made, but that's what made me. Daddy was a hammer down, hair trigger, silver tongue.
My mama was a pistol, they made a son of a gun.
Yeah, they made a son of a gun.
I got one of my own now. He's catching steam down the same track.
He looks like his mama, but he acts like me. And I got a feeling it's payback.
I've raised daddy's blood pressure and my mama's eyebrows.
Raised to raise hell with my hands and my head bowed. This apple might've rolled all the way to Tennessee.
Didn't always have it made, but that's what made me.
Daddy was a hammer down, hair trigger, silver tongue.
My mama was a pistol, they made a son of a gun. They made a son of a gun. They made a son of a gun.
Yeah, they made a son of a gun.
They made a son of a gun. They made a son of a gun.
English translation
My family bloodline runs a little crooked.
It's half Mississippi, half hell, who knows? And I found a way of finding trouble when it wouldn't look.
And muddy water runs through my roots and the soles of these old boots that carved this path.
And my last name's to thank for that.
I've raised daddy's blood pressure and my mama's eyebrows. Raised to raise hell with my hands and my head bowed.
This apple might've rolled all the way to Tennessee.
Didn't always have it made, but that's what made me. Daddy was a hammer down, hair trigger, silver tongue.
My mama was a pistol, they made a son of a gun.
They made a son of a gun.
Well, it takes a certain kind of heart, special kind of woman.
To be the brakes on a runaway train. Well, I guess the good Lord knew way more about what He's doing.
'Cause now that angel's raising babies with the boy that raised daddy's blood pressure and my mama's eyebrows.
Raised to raise hell with my hands and my head bowed. This apple might've rolled all the way to Tennessee.
Didn't always have it made, but that's what made me. Daddy was a hammer down, hair trigger, silver tongue.
My mama was a pistol, they made a son of a gun.
Yeah, they made a son of a gun.
I got one of my own now. He's catching steam down the same track.
He looks like his mama, but he acts like me. And I got a feeling it's payback.
I've raised daddy's blood pressure and my mama's eyebrows.
Raised to raise hell with my hands and my head bowed. This apple might've rolled all the way to Tennessee.
Didn't always have it made, but that's what made me.
Daddy was a hammer down, hair trigger, silver tongue.
My mama was a pistol, they made a son of a gun. They made a son of a gun. They made a son of a gun.
Yeah, they made a son of a gun.
They made a son of a gun. They made a son of a gun.