Play It Country

Girl, I ain't gonna lie, you oughta know that I
Saw you the cotton pickin' second you walked by
And all these other guys, they trynna act like,
They ain't seen nothin'
But, let me tell you somethin'
It'd be a damn a shame, not to get your name
Or buy your favorite drink, no I ain't gonna play it safe
These boys are like a bump on a log, slow as molasses
Sittin' on their asses, I'm a good time 'bout to happen

So, let's head out
After closing it down
Get in a little trouble on the outskirts of town
Baby girl, I'ma do what I do best
Put some chirtrock in this M/T tread
They can try to play it cool
I'ma stick to my roots
From the back roads, to the radio
To the boots on my feet
Nitty gritty down and dirty by the creek
I'ma play it country

This night ain't close to bein' through, baby
Whatcha wanna do that's crazy
I know you're feeling me, and girl you know I'm feeling you
Let's face it
There's a reason we're here at the same time
No reason to waste good moonshine
No lie
That'd be a crime
So you and I

Should head out
After closing it down
Get in a little trouble on the outskirts of town
Baby girl, I'ma do what I do best
Put some chirtrock in this M/T tread
They can try to play it cool
I'ma stick to my roots
From the back roads, to the radio
To the boots on my feet
Nitty gritty down and dirty by the creek
I'ma play it country

So, let's head out
After closing it down
Get in a little trouble on the outskirts of town
Baby girl, I'ma do what I do best
Put some chirtrock in this M/T tread
They can try to play it cool
But I'ma stick to my roots
From the back roads, to the radio
To the boots on my feet
Nitty gritty down and dirty by the creek
I'ma play it country
Yeah, I'ma play it country



Credits
Writer(s): Landon Wall, Kenneth Scott Wall, John Tyler Pate, Robert Allen Mclamb
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