More songs by Gavin Adcock
Description
Electric Guitar: Brody Frasier
Drums, Percussion: Evan Hutchings
Vocals: Gavin Adcock
Bass: Jay Rodgers
Digital Editor: Jay Rodgers
Electric Guitar: Jay Rodgers
Mixer, Producer, Programming, Recorded By: Jay Rodgers
Masterer: Joel Hatstat
Electric Guitar: Jon Michael McKinnon
Acoustic Guitar: Michael Westbrook
Electric Guitar: Michael Westbrook
Baritone Guitar: Michael Westbrook
Writer: Brad Clawson
Writer: Ernest Keith Smith
Writer: Gavin Adcock
Writer: Jacob Durrett
Writer: Morgan Wallen
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ain't nothing better than a back forty sunset.
Dirty-ass truck parked up in the drive.
Ain't a road 'round here we ain't run yet. Dog gone hunt and the fish gone fry.
Ooh, seen it happen to the best of 'em.
Ooh, spend one night in the country and they wanna spend the rest.
If I wasn't, then I wanna be sippin' on a red can, dippin' on some wintergreen.
Same hat, same boots, same jeans.
Bass Pro, Mossy Oak everything. I still like Skynyrd, I still like Jones. Call
Bulldog Country my home sweet home.
It's the way I've been and the way I'm gonna be. And if I wasn't, then I wanna be.
Lab truck, toolbox, Boondocks. Ice cold beer can, deer stand. John
Deere, Goodyears. 'Round here make a little lovin' in the pale moonlight.
Ooh, coulda wound up anywhere on the map.
Ooh, thank God right here's right where I'm at.
And if I wasn't, then I wanna be sippin' on a red can, dippin' on some wintergreen.
Same hat, same boots, same jeans. Bass Pro, Mossy Oak everything.
I still like Skynyrd, I still like Jones. Call Bulldog Country my home sweet home.
It's the way I've been and the way I'm gonna be. And if I wasn't, then I wanna be.
It's the way I've been and the way I'm gonna be.
If you wanna trade in your high tops and your Corolla for an F-450 and a pair of
Tecovas, can't blame you. 'Cause I'd do the same damn thing, yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
If I wasn't, then I wanna be sippin' on a red can, dippin' on some wintergreen. Same hat, same boots, same jeans.
Bass Pro, Mossy Oak everything.
I still like Skynyrd, I still like Jones. Call Bulldog Country my home sweet home.
It's the way I've been and the way I'm gonna be.
And if I wasn't, then I wanna be.
English translation
Ain't nothing better than a back forty sunset.
Dirty-ass truck parked up in the drive.
Ain't a road 'round here we ain't run yet. Dog gone hunt and the fish gone fry.
Ooh, seen it happen to the best of 'em.
Ooh, spend one night in the country and they wanna spend the rest.
If I wasn't, then I wanna be sippin' on a red can, dippin' on some wintergreen.
Same hat, same boots, same jeans.
Bass Pro, Mossy Oak everything. I still like Skynyrd, I still like Jones. Call
Bulldog Country my home sweet home.
It's the way I've been and the way I'm gonna be. And if I wasn't, then I wanna be.
Lab truck, toolbox, Boondocks. Ice cold beer can, deer stand. John
Deere, Goodyears. 'Round here make a little lovin' in the pale moonlight.
Ooh, coulda wound up anywhere on the map.
Ooh, thank God right here's right where I'm at.
And if I wasn't, then I wanna be sippin' on a red can, dippin' on some wintergreen.
Same hat, same boots, same jeans. Bass Pro, Mossy Oak everything.
I still like Skynyrd, I still like Jones. Call Bulldog Country my home sweet home.
It's the way I've been and the way I'm gonna be. And if I wasn't, then I wanna be.
It's the way I've been and the way I'm gonna be.
If you wanna trade in your high tops and your Corolla for an F-450 and a pair of
Tecovas, can't blame you. 'Cause I'd do the same damn thing, yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
If I wasn't, then I wanna be sippin' on a red can, dippin' on some wintergreen. Same hat, same boots, same jeans.
Bass Pro, Mossy Oak everything.
I still like Skynyrd, I still like Jones. Call Bulldog Country my home sweet home.
It's the way I've been and the way I'm gonna be.
And if I wasn't, then I wanna be.