Still Goin Down
by Morgan WallenTranspose
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Intro
Verse 1
The way I
talk, I
guess I got it from my pops
Product
of some kneelin' down
In a town where the doors don't
lock
And
there's a million other people like
me
From a scene a
little more podunk than
pop
I
didn't choose being born in the
sticks
And I'll be damned
if I sound like something I
ain't
For
some folks, a backroad gets o
ld
But for me, it
just can't
Chorus
'Cause
I'm from a small
town, southern drawl crowd
We're sippin' clear,
drinkin' beer on a Friday
night
Every country
girl got on her cutoffs
Shakin' her hips,
take a trip, buddy tell me I'm a
liar
Still
circle up big trucks around a
fire
Still
kickin' up some dust behind the
tires
Call it
cliché, but hey, just t
ake it from me
It's still goin' down out in the
country
Interlude
Verse 2
Somewhere now,
someone's out there
Sippin' on some
hundred proof
Every day, a baby's born with some
baby blues
A good ol' boy's got on his
faded boots
Workin'
a nine to five
I'm just another
southern hell raiser
Ain't breakin'
ground
Makin' sound
for them drop-it-down tailgaters
But y'all, that's
all I know to say
So if you
think I'm full of it,
ain't done it, check the resume
Chorus
'Cause
I'm from a small
town, southern drawl crowd
We're sippin' clear,
drinkin' beer on a Friday
night
Every country
girl got on her cutoff
s
Shakin' her hips,
take a trip, buddy tell me I'm a
liar
Still
circle up big trucks around a
fire
Still
kickin' up some dust behind the
tires
Call it
cliché, but hey, just t
ake it from me
It's still goin' down out in the
country
Interlude
Chorus
'Cause
I'm from a small
town, southern drawl crowd
We're sippin' clear,
drinkin' beer on a Friday
night
Every country
girl got on her cutoffs
Shakin' her hips,
take a trip, buddy tell me I'm a
liar
Still
circle up big trucks around a
fire
Still
kickin' up some dust behind the
tires
Call it
cliché, but hey, just t
ake it from me
It's still goin' down out in the
country
Outro
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