All Dogs Go To Hell
Everybody knows the devil went down to Florida
And everybody goes "Roll Tide" up in Georgia
John Deere's are blue and the bluegrass ain't green
John Cash ain't cool and George Strait ain't king
And boots ain't made for Cowboys and Chevy don't make trucks
And Fall ain't made for football and droppin' eight-point bucks
Lynchburg ain't shippin' and sippin' a cold beer don't help
And I don't miss you baby and all dogs go to hell
Everybody knows, girl, you're the one to blame
I ain't gotta say I'm sorry 'cause I wouldn't change a thing
Me and the boys are on the way to celebrate and paint this town
I ain't halfway across it, ain't halfway to your house
And boots ain't made for Cowboys and Chevy don't make trucks
And Fall ain't made for football and droppin' eight-point bucks
Lynchburg ain't shippin' and sippin' a cold beer don't help
And I don't miss you baby and all dogs go to hell
Oh, oh, oh, oh
And all dogs go to hell
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I swear I ain't on your front porch
Ain't knocking on your front door
Ain't hat in hand, don't give a damn
And I, I don't love you anymore
And boots ain't made for Cowboys and Chevy don't make trucks
And Fall ain't made for football and dropping eight-point bucks
Lynchburg ain't shippin' and sippin' a cold beer don't help
And I don't miss you baby
No, I don't miss you baby at all
Right
And all dogs go to hell
Oh, oh, oh, oh
All dogs go to hell
Oh, oh, oh, oh
All dogs go to hell
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Hey, all dogs go to hell
Oh, oh, oh, oh
And everybody goes "Roll Tide" up in Georgia
John Deere's are blue and the bluegrass ain't green
John Cash ain't cool and George Strait ain't king
And boots ain't made for Cowboys and Chevy don't make trucks
And Fall ain't made for football and droppin' eight-point bucks
Lynchburg ain't shippin' and sippin' a cold beer don't help
And I don't miss you baby and all dogs go to hell
Everybody knows, girl, you're the one to blame
I ain't gotta say I'm sorry 'cause I wouldn't change a thing
Me and the boys are on the way to celebrate and paint this town
I ain't halfway across it, ain't halfway to your house
And boots ain't made for Cowboys and Chevy don't make trucks
And Fall ain't made for football and droppin' eight-point bucks
Lynchburg ain't shippin' and sippin' a cold beer don't help
And I don't miss you baby and all dogs go to hell
Oh, oh, oh, oh
And all dogs go to hell
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I swear I ain't on your front porch
Ain't knocking on your front door
Ain't hat in hand, don't give a damn
And I, I don't love you anymore
And boots ain't made for Cowboys and Chevy don't make trucks
And Fall ain't made for football and dropping eight-point bucks
Lynchburg ain't shippin' and sippin' a cold beer don't help
And I don't miss you baby
No, I don't miss you baby at all
Right
And all dogs go to hell
Oh, oh, oh, oh
All dogs go to hell
Oh, oh, oh, oh
All dogs go to hell
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Hey, all dogs go to hell
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Credits
Writer(s): Chase Rice, Joshua Miller, John Calton
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.