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Lyrics:
It gets cold in Tennessee in January
I done tagged out all my bucks
Wasn’t no one seein’ ducks
Thought that I could use some out the ordinary
Trade them pine trees for a palm
By the ocean peace and calm
So I bought a seat, and caught a buzz
Headed straight to South Beach
And there she was
Havana in her accent, coconut and Captain
And by the end of the day
She was beggin’ me to stay
In Miami
It ain’t nothin’ like where I’m from, nah
Yeah I can’t keep my gun in my truck in (Miami)
They don’t know my name at these bars
And you can’t even see any stars
In Miami
You got me MIA for a couple days now
But it don’t hit the same as my Tennessee town (Miami)
Except for gettin’ sand in my boots
Ask yourself what the hell is a redneck gon’ do
In Miami
Miami
That sun went down and then she dragged me to the city
Took some elevator up, now it’s whiskey in the club
And she dancin’ with her body up against me
There ain’t no out to these skirts
But they still got some curves
In Miami
It ain’t nothin’ like where I’m from, nah
Yeah I can’t keep my gun in my truck in Miami
They don’t know my name at these bars
And you can’t even see any stars
In Miami
You got me MIA for a couple days now
But it don’t hit the same as my Tennessee town (Miami)
Except for gettin’ sand in my boots
Ask yourself what the hell is a redneck gon’ do
In Miami
Miami
Yeah and then I bought a seat and caught a buzz
Honestly a part of me was still in love with
Havana in her accent, coconut and Captain
Swear it almost happened, damn I almost stayed my ass in
Miami
It ain’t nothin’ like where I’m from nah
Yeah I can’t keep my gun in my truck in (Miami)
They don’t know my name at these bars
And you can’t even see any stars in (Miami)
You got me MIA for a couple days now
But it don’t hit the same as my Tennessee town (Miami)
Except for gettin’ sand in my boots
Ask yourself what the hell is a redneck gon’ do
In Miami
Miami
#Miami #ImTheProblem #MorganWallen
Listen to Morgan Wallen's new album, “I’m The Problem” here: morganwallen.lnk.to/ImTheProblemAlbum
Stay connected for exclusive updates:
▸Mailing List & Text Sign Up: MorganWallen.lnk.to/info
▸Website: morganwallen.com
▸ Shop Merch: morganwallen.lnk.to/shop
Follow Morgan:
▸Instagram: instagram.com/morganwallen
▸Twitter: twitter.com/morganwallen
▸TikTok: tiktok.com/@morganwallen
▸Facebook: facebook.com/morgancwallen
Lyrics:
It gets cold in Tennessee in January
I done tagged out all my bucks
Wasn’t no one seein’ ducks
Thought that I could use some out the ordinary
Trade them pine trees for a palm
By the ocean peace and calm
So I bought a seat, and caught a buzz
Headed straight to South Beach
And there she was
Havana in her accent, coconut and Captain
And by the end of the day
She was beggin’ me to stay
In Miami
It ain’t nothin’ like where I’m from, nah
Yeah I can’t keep my gun in my truck in (Miami)
They don’t know my name at these bars
And you can’t even see any stars
In Miami
You got me MIA for a couple days now
But it don’t hit the same as my Tennessee town (Miami)
Except for gettin’ sand in my boots
Ask yourself what the hell is a redneck gon’ do
In Miami
Miami
That sun went down and then she dragged me to the city
Took some elevator up, now it’s whiskey in the club
And she dancin’ with her body up against me
There ain’t no out to these skirts
But they still got some curves
In Miami
It ain’t nothin’ like where I’m from, nah
Yeah I can’t keep my gun in my truck in Miami
They don’t know my name at these bars
And you can’t even see any stars
In Miami
You got me MIA for a couple days now
But it don’t hit the same as my Tennessee town (Miami)
Except for gettin’ sand in my boots
Ask yourself what the hell is a redneck gon’ do
In Miami
Miami
Yeah and then I bought a seat and caught a buzz
Honestly a part of me was still in love with
Havana in her accent, coconut and Captain
Swear it almost happened, damn I almost stayed my ass in
Miami
It ain’t nothin’ like where I’m from nah
Yeah I can’t keep my gun in my truck in (Miami)
They don’t know my name at these bars
And you can’t even see any stars in (Miami)
You got me MIA for a couple days now
But it don’t hit the same as my Tennessee town (Miami)
Except for gettin’ sand in my boots
Ask yourself what the hell is a redneck gon’ do
In Miami
Miami
#Miami #ImTheProblem #MorganWallen
