Got It Down
(One) two, a-one, two, do it
I might get sideswiped, I might get way laid
I've been known to cash some checks above my pay grade
I've been busted by some broncos that I never should have battled
Picked my pride up out the dust and got right back up in the saddle
My daddy's daddy's grandpa's daddy passed it down to me
I'm a neck red bread and corn bread fed, hard-headed SOB
Yeah, that's me, still hangin' tough enough for another round
When it comes to never givin' up, I got it down
Ha-ha, this one's for you, baby
Sometimes we argue, sometimes we fight, girl
Maybe that's why we get along 'cause we're both right, girl
I guess it takes ones to know one and that's how I recognize it
You put that sweet thing in my Mustang
And you weren't afraid to ride it
Your momma's momma's grandma's momma passed it down to you
That bible thumpin' chicken dumplin' cowgirl attitude
Yeah, that's you, still hangin' tough enough for another round
When it comes to never givin' up, you got it down
Yeah, my daddy's daddy's grandpa's daddy passed it down to me
I'm a neck red bread and corn bread fed, hard-headed SOB
Yeah, that's me, still hangin' tough enough for another round
When it comes to never givin' up, I got it down
When it comes to never givin' up, I got it down
Yeah, I got it down
Alright
Alright everybody hang on now, hang on
Eyo, ridin' cowboy
Alright, big Indian, big Indian
Big old country western Indian right here, yeah
That's not exactly what I had in mind, whatever
I might get sideswiped, I might get way laid
I've been known to cash some checks above my pay grade
I've been busted by some broncos that I never should have battled
Picked my pride up out the dust and got right back up in the saddle
My daddy's daddy's grandpa's daddy passed it down to me
I'm a neck red bread and corn bread fed, hard-headed SOB
Yeah, that's me, still hangin' tough enough for another round
When it comes to never givin' up, I got it down
Ha-ha, this one's for you, baby
Sometimes we argue, sometimes we fight, girl
Maybe that's why we get along 'cause we're both right, girl
I guess it takes ones to know one and that's how I recognize it
You put that sweet thing in my Mustang
And you weren't afraid to ride it
Your momma's momma's grandma's momma passed it down to you
That bible thumpin' chicken dumplin' cowgirl attitude
Yeah, that's you, still hangin' tough enough for another round
When it comes to never givin' up, you got it down
Yeah, my daddy's daddy's grandpa's daddy passed it down to me
I'm a neck red bread and corn bread fed, hard-headed SOB
Yeah, that's me, still hangin' tough enough for another round
When it comes to never givin' up, I got it down
When it comes to never givin' up, I got it down
Yeah, I got it down
Alright
Alright everybody hang on now, hang on
Eyo, ridin' cowboy
Alright, big Indian, big Indian
Big old country western Indian right here, yeah
That's not exactly what I had in mind, whatever
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Kinney, Craig Wiseman
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