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Scott Moffatt
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David Francis
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Luke Combs
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Joseph Michael Costa
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Robert Williford
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Scott Moffatt
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Adam Grover
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Alex Gilson
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Andrew Darby
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Andrew Mendelson
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Gabe Millman
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Jim Cooley
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I've been doing my best to make church on Sundays
And ain't been calling in hungover most Mondays
I guess you could say I'm being grown up
I got my shit together and, oddly enough
I don't mind
'Cause it's about time
But if you're second guessin', don't think for a second
That I can't hang
'Cause I've been known to get a little bit wild and reckless
Known to have a little bit of beer with breakfast
You can bet these boots have gotten pretty used
To stomping on a hardwood floor
And buying the bar another round of shots
Close my tab and hit the parking lot
Next stop is a spot with a fridge stocked on the back porch
I ain't afraid to take too many steps out of line
So don't tempt me with a good time
Well, most folks think I don't know how to throw down
They done forgot about Rowdy, but no doubt, he's still around
So keep cracking those jokes 'cause I'm willing and able
Yeah, this old boy'll drink you under the table
'Cause I've been known to get a little bit wild and reckless
Known to have a little bit of beer with breakfast
You can bet these boots have gotten pretty used
To stomping on a hardwood floor
And buying the bar another round of shots
Close my tab and hit the parking lot
Next stop is a spot with a fridge stocked on the back porch
I ain't afraid to take too many steps out of line
So don't tempt me with a good time
At 3 a.m. I'm still hanging tough
My buddy's passed out in the bed of my truck
And I can't wait 'til he wakes up
And sees the pictures on his phone
'Cause I've been known to get a little bit wild and reckless
Known to have a little bit of beer with breakfast
You can bet these boots have gotten pretty used
To stomping on a hardwood floor
And buying the bar another round of shots
Close my tab and hit the parking lot
Next stop is a spot with a fridge stocked on the back porch
I ain't afraid to take too many steps out of line
So don't tempt me with a good time
With a good time
Writer(s): Luke Albert Combs, Robert Williford, Joseph Michael Costa
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