Still Goin Down Lyrics – Morgan Wallen

[Verse 1: Morgan Wallen]
The way I talk, I guess I got it from my pops
Product of some kneeling 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 old
But for me, it just can't

[Chorus: Morgan Wallen]
'Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd
We're sipping clear, drinking beer on a Friday night
Every country girl got on her cutoffs
Shaking her hips, take a trip, buddy tell me I'm a liar
Still circle up big trucks around a fire
Still kicking up some dust behind the tires
Call it cliché, but hey, just take it from me
It's still going down out in the country

[Verse 2: Morgan Wallen]
Somewhere now, someone's out there
Sipping on some hundred proof
Every day, a baby's born with some baby blues
A good ol' boy's got on his faded boots
Working a nine to five
I'm just another southern hell raiser
Ain't breaking ground
Making 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: Morgan Wallen]
'Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd
We're sipping clear, drinking beer on a Friday night
Every country girl got on her cutoffs
Shaking her hips, take a trip, buddy tell me I'm a liar
Still circle up big trucks around a fire
Still kicking up some dust behind the tires
Call it cliché, but hey, just take it from me
It's still going down out in the country

[Chorus: Morgan Wallen]
'Cause I'm from a small town, southern drawl crowd
We're sipping clear, drinking beer on a Friday night
Every country girl got on her cutoffs
Shaking her hips, take a trip, buddy tell me I'm a liar
Still circle up big trucks around a fire
Still kicking up some dust behind the tires
Call it cliché, but hey, just take it from me
It's still going down out in the country