More songs by Gavin Adcock
Description
Electric Guitar: Brody Frasier
Drums, Percussion: Evan Hutchings
Vocals: Gavin Adcock
Bass: Jay Rodgers
Digital Editor: Jay Rodgers
Mixer, Producer, Recorded By: Jay Rodgers
Background Vocals: Jay Rodgers
Masterer: Joel Hatstat
Acoustic Guitar: Michael Westbrook
Electric Guitar: Michael Westbrook
Electric Guitar: Riley Bria
Writer: Dan Isbell
Writer: Gavin Adcock
Writer: Rhett Akins
Lyrics and translation
Original
My gold diggin' ex found a Cadillac man while I was bustin' my ass for old Uncle Sam. Got a fence post dent in the gate of my truck.
I wouldn't have nothin' if it wasn't for bad luck.
Locked out of all my good intentions, 'bout to dive into the trouble I've been missin'.
Burn up like the powder from a gun, I'm tyin' on more.
Yeah, I'm fuckin' on more.
I didn't grab the bottle, yeah, the bottle grabbed me.
I'll be ridin' this train 'til the sun starts to creep. Got a woman of the night hangin' on to my hip. Got a
Miller in her hand and a smoke on her lip.
Locked out of all my good intentions, 'bout to dive into the trouble I've been missin'.
Burn up like the powder from a gun, I'm tyin' on more.
Yeah, I'm tyin' on more.
Yeah,
I'm drinkin' on more.
I'm smokin' on more. I'm fuckin' on more.
I'm tyin' on more. Yeah.
Locked out of all my good intentions, 'bout to dive into the trouble I've been missin'. Burn up like the powder from a gun, I'm tyin' on more.
Yeah.
Locked out of all my good intentions, 'bout to dive into the trouble I've been missin'. Burn up like the powder from a gun, I'm tyin' on more.
Yeah, I'm fuckin' on more.
English translation
My gold diggin' ex found a Cadillac man while I was bustin' my ass for old Uncle Sam. Got a fence post dent in the gate of my truck.
I wouldn't have nothin' if it wasn't for bad luck.
Locked out of all my good intentions, 'bout to dive into the trouble I've been missin'.
Burn up like the powder from a gun, I'm tyin' on more.
Yeah, I'm fuckin' on more.
I didn't grab the bottle, yeah, the bottle grabbed me.
I'll be ridin' this train 'til the sun starts to creep. Got a woman of the night hangin' on to my hip. Got a
Miller in her hand and a smoke on her lip.
Locked out of all my good intentions, 'bout to dive into the trouble I've been missin'.
Burn up like the powder from a gun, I'm tyin' on more.
Yeah, I'm tyin' on more.
Yeah,
I'm drinkin' on more.
I'm smokin' on more. I'm fuckin' on more.
I'm tyin' on more. Yeah.
Locked out of all my good intentions, 'bout to dive into the trouble I've been missin'. Burn up like the powder from a gun, I'm tyin' on more.
Yeah.
Locked out of all my good intentions, 'bout to dive into the trouble I've been missin'. Burn up like the powder from a gun, I'm tyin' on more.
Yeah, I'm fuckin' on more.