More songs by Lainey Wilson
Description
Lead Vocals: Lainey Wilson
Keys, Producer, Hammond B3, Mixer, Electric Guitar, Programming: Jay Joyce
Mixer, Sound Engineer: Jason Hall
Sound Engineer: Jimmy Mansfield
Sound Engineer: Bobby Louden
Sound Engineer: Andrew Mendelson
Coordinator: Court Blankenship
Background Vocals: Trannie Anderson
Drums: Fred Eltringham
Drums: Matt Nolan
Bass: Tommy Scifres
Acoustic Guitar: Aslan Freeman
Electric Guitar: Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar: Kevin Nolan
Composer: Lainey Wilson
Composer: Trannie Anderson
Composer: Kasey Tyndall
Composer: Jason Nix
Lyrics and translation
Original
Got a death grip on this can
And I already killed a few
And just like my last beer
I'm empty cold and blue
Sitting in this juke joint
In a cowboy killer cloud
My head is north of Telluride
While it's all going south
I ain't nowhere near the Rockies
Or the Colorado sky
Got a heart that's got a mind
To drink the Pontchartrain bone dry
The more I drink about it
The more I'm silver bullet proof
Steady staring at these mountains
In a bar in Baton Rouge
It don't snow in Louisiana
But I wouldn't be surprised
If I crushed a couple more
There'd be a couple feet outside
Hell it just might stick tonight
I ain't nowhere near the Rockies
Or the Colorado sky
Got a heart that's got a mind
To drink the Pontchartrain bone dry
The more I drink about it
The more I'm silver bullet proof
Steady staring at these mountains
In a bar in Baton Rouge
The good thing about rock bottom
Is up's the only way
I'm about to open up a can of healing this heartbreak
I ain't nowhere near the Rockies
Or the Colorado sky
Got a heart that's got a mind
To drink the Pontchartrain bone dry
The more I drink about it
The more I'm silver bullet proof
Steady staring at these mountains
In a bar in Baton Rouge
Swear I'm halfway up these mountains
In a bar in Baton Rouge
I can't move a mountain but I can sure as hell move on
Move on
Move on
Move on
Move on
Move on
Move on
English translation
Got a death grip on this can
And I already killed a few
And just like my last beer
I'm empty cold and blue
Sitting in this juke joint
In a cowboy killer cloud
My head is north of Telluride
While it's all going south
I ain't nowhere near the Rockies
Or the Colorado sky
Got a heart that's got a mind
To drink the Pontchartrain bone dry
The more I drink about it
The more I'm silver bullet proof
Steady staring at these mountains
In a bar in Baton Rouge
It don't snow in Louisiana
But I wouldn't be surprised
If I crushed a couple more
There'd be a couple feet outside
Hell it just might stick tonight
I ain't nowhere near the Rockies
Or the Colorado sky
Got a heart that's got a mind
To drink the Pontchartrain bone dry
The more I drink about it
The more I'm silver bullet proof
Steady staring at these mountains
In a bar in Baton Rouge
The good thing about rock bottom
Is up's the only way
I'm about to open up a can of healing this heartbreak
I ain't nowhere near the Rockies
Or the Colorado sky
Got a heart that's got a mind
To drink the Pontchartrain bone dry
The more I drink about it
The more I'm silver bullet proof
Steady staring at these mountains
In a bar in Baton Rouge
Swear I'm halfway up these mountains
In a bar in Baton Rouge
I can't move a mountain but I can sure as hell move on
Move on
Move on
Move on
Move on
Move on
Move on