Run run run
You're riding on
Can't catch you if they try

Last seen at
The social club
Under the cross of the southern sky

Win win win
For you are the King
Of nothing but a chest of lies
I told ya

You ain't no gun slinger baby
You're a hipster eating gravy off
A biscuit in a Nashville house
You ain't no four leaf clover
You're a wannabe drover
Making jokes on your way down south
On your way down south

You roll on in
With ego to the brim
Like you been here for years

I get you gotta fake it
Keep going till you make it
But I wish you could make that call

For you sing sing sing
But you're not the one no
You're not the one at all
I told ya

You ain't no gun slinger baby
You're a hipster eatin' gravy off
A biscuit in a Nashville house
You ain't no four leaf clover
You're a wannabe drover
Making jokes on your way down south
On your way down south

On your way down south

You ain't no gun slinger baby
You're a hipster eatin' gravy off
A biscuit in a Nashville house
You ain't no four leaf clover
You're a wannabe drover
Making jokes on your way down south
On your way down south
On your way down south
On your way down south"