All Dogs Go To Hell Lyrics by Chase Rice
Chase Rice Lyrics
Everybody knows the devil went down to Florida
And everybody goes "Roll Tide" up in Georgia
John Deere's are blue and the bluegrass ain't green
John Cash ain't cool and George Strait ain't king
And boots ain't made for cowboys and Chevy don't make trucks
And fall ain't made for football and droppin' eight-point bucks
Lynchburg ain't shippin' and sippin' a cold beer don't help
And I don't miss you baby
And all dogs go to hell
Everybody knows, girl, you're the one to blame
I ain't gotta say I'm sorry 'cause I wouldn't change a thing
Me and the boys are on the way to celebrate and paint this town
I ain't halfway across it, ain't halfway to your house
And boots ain't made for cowboys and Chevy don't make trucks
And fall ain't made for football and droppin' eight-point bucks
Lynchburg ain't shippin' and sippin' a cold beer don't help
And I don't miss you baby
And all dogs go to hell
Oh, oh, oh, oh
And all dogs go to hell
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I swear I ain't on your front porch
Ain't knocking on your front door
Ain't hat in hand
Don't give a damn
And I, I don't love you anymore
And boots ain't made for cowboys and Chevy don't make trucks
And fall ain't made for football and dropping eight-point bucks
Lynchburg ain't shippin' and sippin' a cold beer don't help
And I don't miss you baby
No, I don't miss you baby at all
Right
And all dogs go to hell
Oh, oh, oh, oh
All dogs go to hell
Oh, oh, oh, oh
All dogs go to hell
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Hey, all dogs go to hell
Oh, oh, oh, oh
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