"Ain't That Some" lyrics - MORGAN WALLEN

MORGAN WALLEN

"Ain't That Some"

That you'd hate to grow up and miss
Hate to think of what if
I didn't even know what a honey hole with a Zebco
And my jeans rolled and a pinch of Skoal in my lip even is
They say we ain't got a pot to piss but I thank God for this

My true North is due South with a blue Coors goin' down
Just like that setting sun on my old Z-71
I know it's cliche to sing Chevrolets, cold beers and Fridays
But that's just the way it is out here

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[Chorus:]
Ain't that some back home, buddies in the field, mud on the wheels, yeah
Ain't that some thick smoke, Silverado, tearin' up a two-lane road
Ain't that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y, shit been we doin' since we was yea high
There's folks out there ain't T-R-Y-D this
(Ain't) Ain't that some back home
Ain't that some thick smoke, Silverado
Ain't that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y, we'll be doin' this 'til the day we die
There's folks out there ain't T-R-Y-D this
(Ain't) Ain't that some shit
Ain't that some, ain't that some, ain't that some shit
Ain't that some, ain't that some shit