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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Programmierung
Scott Cooke
Scott Cooke
Bassgitarre
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Akustische Gitarre
Wes Hightower
Wes Hightower
Begleitgesang
Tyler Hubbard
Tyler Hubbard
Stimme und Gesang
Brian Kelley
Brian Kelley
Stimme und Gesang
Ryan Vikedal
Ryan Vikedal
Percussion/Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Tyler Hubbard
Tyler Hubbard
Songwriter:in
Brian Kelley
Brian Kelley
Songwriter:in
Rodney Clawson
Rodney Clawson
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Produzent:in

Letras

[Intro]
Don't act like y'all didn't know this one's comin'
Alright
[Verse 1]
You know Tommy gonna trick his truck, jack it up big time
Lift kit, chrome tips, spit shinin' like a diamond
Game change when the rain came and we took it down a back road
Georgia clay mud hole, that's how these boys roll
Now it's late night underneath the moonlight
Everybody's feelin' right and sippin' on a Bud Light
Go on, drop your tailgate, turn up your radio
I'ma build a bonfire, you can make yourself at home
[PreChorus]
Kick back, relax, you know we just a bunch of hillbillies
Tip back your cup of Jack and throw your hands up with me
[Chorus]
Hey, we might look a little crazy tonight
But hey baby, that's alright, it's our backwoods boondock roots
It's just what we do, it's just what we do
Hey, ain't no way to make this up
When it's runnin' through your blood, there ain't no hidin' the truth
It's just what we do, it's just what we do
Yeah, it's just a-what we do (Oh, shit)
[Verse 2]
You see, Tommy called Jenny and Jenny gon' call the hotties
Tell 'em 'bout the party, so don't forget the Bacardi
Time to get your buzz on, and your love on all night long
And if you play your hand right, you won't have to go home alone
Six-string pickin', solo cup sippin'
And when the moment's right, grab your phone and get them digits
Crankin' that Bocephus, we all good with Jesus
Come Sunday mornin', that preacher, he 'bout to preach it
[PreChorus]
Kick back, relax, and pass the good time moonshine
Who brought the party? Damn, that was Florida Georgia Line
[Chorus]
Hey, we might look a little crazy tonight
But hey baby, that's alright, it's our backwoods boondock roots
It's just what we do, it's just what we do
Hey, ain't no way to make this up
When it's runnin' through your blood, there ain't no hidin' the truth
It's just what we do, it's just what we do
Yeah, it's just a-what we do
[Chorus]
Hey, we might look a little crazy tonight (Come on, baby)
Well, hey baby, that's alright, it's our backwoods boondock roots
It's just what we do, it's just what we do
Hey, ain't no way to make this up
When it's runnin' through your blood, there ain't no hidin' the truth
It's just what we do
[Chorus]
Hey, what you say, we get crazy tonight?
We gonna get your drinks up high, it's our backwoods boondock roots
It's just what we do, it's just what we do
Hey, ain't no way to make this up
When it's runnin' through your blood, there ain't no hidin' the truth
It's just what we do, it's just what we do
Yeah, it's just a-what we do (Oh, shit)
[Outro]
Yeah, it's just a-what we do (BK, how's it goin', baby?)
Yeah, it's just a-what we do
Written by: Brian Kelley, Chase and Jesse Rice, Joey Moi, Rodney Clawson, Tyler Hubbard
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