More songs by Ashley McBryde
Description
Masterer: Andrew Mendelson
Electric Guitar: Ashley McBryde
Lead Vocals: Ashley McBryde
Acoustic Guitar: Chris Harris
Background Vocals: Chris Harris
Bass: Chris Sancho
Unknown: Court Blankenship
Mixing Engineer: Jason Hall
Acoustic Guitar: Jay Joyce
Electric Guitar: Jay Joyce
Keyboards: Jay Joyce
Mixer, Producer: Jay Joyce
Recorded By: Jay Joyce
Assistant Mix Engineer Mixer: Jimmy Mansfield
Electric Guitar: Matt Helmkamp
Drums: Quinn Hill
Writer: Ashley McBryde
Writer: Nicolette Hayford
Writer: Shane McAnally
Lyrics and translation
Original
Percocet and Adderall, nicotine and alcohol.
Throwing dishes down the hall, bad decisions, tried 'em all.
I'm turning off the radio, I can't take it anymore.
Started singing Curtis Lowe, I need a little rock 'n' roll!
You told me to be good, Lord knows I tried.
But that dress don't fit, it's way too tight.
Oh, you can shine me up, you can whittle me down, but oh, what's underneath, you can't scrub out.
It's in my throat, it's in my bones, and on my boots and in my blood.
That Ozark streak sure runs deep and it sticks to me like that Arkansas mud.
Smith and Wesson, cotton mouth, daughter of the hungry south.
Proverbs 3 and 23, and don't you point your finger at me!
Oh, you told me to be good, Lord knows I tried.
But that dog don't hunt, that bitch'll bite!
Oh, you can shine me up, you can whittle me down, but oh, what's underneath, you can't scrub out.
It's in my throat, it's in my bones, and on my boots and in my blood.
That Ozark streak sure runs deep and it sticks to me like that Arkansas mud.
Oh, you can shine me up, you can whittle me down, but oh, what's underneath, you can't scrub out.
It's in my throat, it's in my bones, and on my boots and in my blood.
That Ozark streak sure runs deep and it sticks to me, oh, it sticks to me.
Oh, you can shine me up, you can whittle me down, but oh, what's underneath, you can't scrub out.
It's in my throat, it's in my bones, and on my boots and in my blood.
That Ozark streak sure runs deep and it sticks to me like that Arkansas mud!
English translation
Percocet and Adderall, nicotine and alcohol.
Throwing dishes down the hall, bad decisions, tried 'em all.
I'm turning off the radio, I can't take it anymore.
Started singing Curtis Lowe, I need a little rock 'n' roll!
You told me to be good, Lord knows I tried.
But that dress don't fit, it's way too tight.
Oh, you can shine me up, you can whittle me down, but oh, what's underneath, you can't scrub out.
It's in my throat, it's in my bones, and on my boots and in my blood.
That Ozark streak sure runs deep and it sticks to me like that Arkansas mud.
Smith and Wesson, cotton mouth, daughter of the hungry south.
Proverbs 3 and 23, and don't you point your finger at me!
Oh, you told me to be good, Lord knows I tried.
But that dog don't hunt, that bitch'll bite!
Oh, you can shine me up, you can whittle me down, but oh, what's underneath, you can't scrub out.
It's in my throat, it's in my bones, and on my boots and in my blood.
That Ozark streak sure runs deep and it sticks to me like that Arkansas mud.
Oh, you can shine me up, you can whittle me down, but oh, what's underneath, you can't scrub out.
It's in my throat, it's in my bones, and on my boots and in my blood.
That Ozark streak sure runs deep and it sticks to me, oh, it sticks to me.
Oh, you can shine me up, you can whittle me down, but oh, what's underneath, you can't scrub out.
It's in my throat, it's in my bones, and on my boots and in my blood.
That Ozark streak sure runs deep and it sticks to me like that Arkansas mud!