Lyrics: Casey Brown/Drew Parker/Josh Phillips/Ray Fulcher
Music: Casey Brown/Drew Parker/Josh Phillips/Ray Fulcher
Producer: Trent Willmon
Hey, cowboy
You been throwing that rope, playing them shows, making Texas noise
Got country back on mainstream
Hey mountain man
You been gone singing them songs with your wild card band
Selling out every seat
Let's slow down them highway wheels
Find a honky tonk to kill
Let's load up some silver bullets, saddle up some old barstools
Set our sights on 2 a.m. and let the rowdy cut loose
Forget all of our problems, take that corner quarter jukebox to school
Crank up a little possum and shoot the bull
Man, tell me 'bout them gold-plated buckles and tattooed knuckles
Well, buddy they're about first place and family
And while we're at it, tell me 'bout moonshine running and big deer hunting up in Appalachia
You'd have to see it to believe
Kinda makes me want a drink
Let's load up some silver bullets, saddle up some old barstools
Set our sights on 2 a.m. and let the rowdy cut loose
Forget all of our problems, take that corner quarter jukebox to school
Crank up a little possum and shoot the bull
How 'bout that Mossy Oak?
How 'bout that Resistol hat?
Them red, white, and blue boys and girls over there kicking ass?
Yeah, come on, raise a glass
Let's load up some silver bullets, saddle up some old barstools
Set our sights on 2 a.m. and let the rowdy cut loose
Forget all of our problems, take that corner quarter jukebox to school
Crank up a little possum and shoot the bull
Crank up a little possum and shoot the bull
Audio Editing: Chris Small
Recording Assistant: Evan Ridgway/Will Kienzle
Backing Vocals: Trey Keller
Acoustic Guitar: Tim Galloway
Keyboard: Jim "Moose" Brown
Drums: Jerry Roe
Vocals: Cody Johnson/Luke Combs
Bass: Jimmie Lee Sloas
Electric Guitar: James Mitchell/Justin Ostrander
Mastering Engineer: Andrew Mendelson
Mixing Engineer: Jack Clarke