More songs by Lainey Wilson
Description
Keyboards, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Producer, Mixer, Percussion: Jay Joyce
Recorded By, Mixer: Jason Hall
Sound Engineer: Jimmy Mansfield
Sound Engineer: Bobby Louden
Sound Engineer: Andrew Mendelson
Coordinator: Court Blankenship
A& R: Katie Kerkhover
A& R Coordinator: Kennedy Nickerson
A& R Admin: Aimee Nadeau
Drums: Matt Nolan
Bass: Tommy Scifres
Acoustic Guitar: Aslan Freeman
Piano: Kevin Nolan
Fiddle: Sav Madigan
Background Vocals: Trannie Anderson
Electric Guitar: Rob McNelley
Drums: Fred Eltringham
Steel Guitar: Steve Fishell
Composer: Lainey Wilson
Composer: Dallas Wilson
Composer: Trannie Anderson
Composer: Chase McGill
Lyrics and translation
Original
I could go out without makeup. Hell, I'd love to lose my phone.
I could go stone cold sober, even though I like a drink and a little smoke.
I could pack light like a cowboy, a set of strings and a change of clothes.
But there's a few things you won't catch me without when I hit the road.
They get me where I'm going. Keep these soles on solid ground.
From these leather seats to my leather boots to that gold-leafed leather bound.
Got a ride back home, a troubadour song, and a dashboard prayer to pray.
I'm rolling deep with royalty: King Ranch, King George, King
James.
Once gassed up on diesel, once on the radio.
Was my morning dose of heaven, and they taught me everything I know. They get me where
I'm going. Keep these soles on solid ground.
From these leather seats to my leather boots to that gold-leafed leather bound.
Got a ride back home, a troubadour song, and a dashboard prayer to pray.
I'm rolling deep with royalty: King Ranch, King George, King
James.
They earned it. We call 'em king for three different damn good reasons.
I'd hate to know where I'd be without this four-door George and Jesus.
They get me where I'm going. Keep these soles on solid ground.
From these leather seats to my leather boots to that gold-leafed leather bound.
Got a ride back home, a troubadour song, and a dashboard prayer to pray.
I'm rolling deep with royalty: King Ranch, King George, King James.
I'm rolling deep with royalty: King Ranch, King George, King James.
King Ranch, King George, King
James.
English translation
I could go out without makeup. Hell, I'd love to lose my phone.
I could go stone cold sober, even though I like a drink and a little smoke.
I could pack light like a cowboy, a set of strings and a change of clothes.
But there's a few things you won't catch me without when I hit the road.
They get me where I'm going. Keep these soles on solid ground.
From these leather seats to my leather boots to that gold-leafed leather bound.
Got a ride back home, a troubadour song, and a dashboard prayer to pray.
I'm rolling deep with royalty: King Ranch, King George, King
James.
Once gassed up on diesel, once on the radio.
Was my morning dose of heaven, and they taught me everything I know. They get me where
I'm going. Keep these soles on solid ground.
From these leather seats to my leather boots to that gold-leafed leather bound.
Got a ride back home, a troubadour song, and a dashboard prayer to pray.
I'm rolling deep with royalty: King Ranch, King George, King
James.
They earned it. We call 'em king for three different damn good reasons.
I'd hate to know where I'd be without this four-door George and Jesus.
They get me where I'm going. Keep these soles on solid ground.
From these leather seats to my leather boots to that gold-leafed leather bound.
Got a ride back home, a troubadour song, and a dashboard prayer to pray.
I'm rolling deep with royalty: King Ranch, King George, King James.
I'm rolling deep with royalty: King Ranch, King George, King James.
King Ranch, King George, King
James.