Walker Hayes Y'all Life Lyrics

 Walker Hayes Y all Life lyrics 🎵


Source: Musixmatch

Walker Hayes, Pete Good, and Joshua Cole Jenkins wrote the songs.

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Double dutch in the park

Ice-cream truck failing that emissions test hard

Got that blow up Grinch in the yard, and it's March

Ain't coming down anytime soon

Y'all, them nursing homes still rattling

With some Dolly Parton

And them high school kids traveling like James Harden

In them white limousines to the Olive Garden

On prom night, it's good times, right

We be livin' that y'all life, y'all

Rollin' in the South

Where it's all football and Jesus

Jesus

Barbershop talking like nah

Shut your mouth, my mama's sweet tea's the sweetest

Turn that bass up, shawty, show 'em how

Y'all, we raise up and, y'all

We goin' down, down, baby

Your street in my Bronco

I'ma talk to ya real slow

Said, where the crawdads crawl

Said, living that y'all life, y'all

Y'all life, y'all

(country music continues)

Y'all all them dads tell them boys

Son, walk it off

Y'all all them mamas tell them girls

Better keep your legs crossed

All them hands in the stands praying for the coin toss

Lord, please, We want the ball at the half

Say y'all, it's all about a dub and a dirt road

And amen in a church on the third row

With your arm around your girl like a fur coat

On a Sunday, come Monday

We be livin' that y'all life, y'all

Rollin' in the South

Where it's all football and Jesus

Jesus

Barbershop talking like nah

Shut your mouth

My mama's sweet tea's the sweetest

Turn that bass up, shawty, show 'em how

Y'all, we raise up and, y'all

We goin' down, down, baby

Your street in my Bronco

I'ma talk to ya real slow

Said, where the crawdads crawl

Said, living that y'all life, y'all

Y'all life, y'all

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Y'all life, y'all life

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Said y'all, I got that Wiffle ball

Bat flip swag in my walk

Down in 'Bama where they grammar

Got some country in it, y'all

'Nana pudding, prayer chains

Tailgates in them jeans ain't no thang

But a chicken wing, nah

Ain't no thang, but a chicken wing

We be livin' that y'all life, y'all

Rollin' in the South

Where it's all football and Jesus

Jesus

Barbershop talking like nah

Shut your mouth, my mama's sweet tea's the sweetest

Turn that bass up, shawty, show 'em how

Show 'em how

Y'all, we raise up and, y'all

We goin' down, down, baby

Your street in my Bronco

I'ma talk to ya real slow

Said, where the crawdads crawl

Said, living that y'all life, y'all

Y'all life, y'all

(country music continues)

(indistinct talking)

(crowd cheering)

(country music continues)

(trucks revving)

Y'all life, y'all


Walker Hayes Y'all Life lyrics



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