Ain’t Goin’ Down

[Verse 1]
Got mud on my boots from a one-horse town
Mama said stay, but I stuck around
Rust on the truck and a chip on my pride
Middle of nowhere with a storm in my eyes
[Chorus]
I ain’t goin’ down
Not for you, not for them, not now
I’ve been too low, I know that sound
But I’m still here
I ain’t goin’ down
I ain’t goin’, I ain’t goin’ down (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Backroad ghosts keep callin’ my name
Same old bar, same old blame
You said I’d break like a bottle on stone
Watch me stand up, bleed, but I walk home
[Chorus]
I ain’t goin’ down
Not for you, not for them, not now
I’ve been too low, I know that sound
But I’m still here
I ain’t goin’ down
I ain’t goin’, I ain’t goin’ down (no way)
[Bridge]
You can push, you can pull, you can write me off
You can laugh when I slip, when I brush that dust off
But I burn too hard just to fade in this town
Say what you want, I ain’t goin’ down (hey!)
[Chorus]
I ain’t goin’ down
Not for you, not for them, not now
I’ve been too low, I know that sound
But I’m still here
I ain’t goin’ down
I ain’t goin’, I ain’t goin’ down
I ain’t goin’ down
I ain’t goin’, I ain’t goin’ down

rap, Moody country-trap crossover with male vocals; fingerpicked acoustic and dusty electric riffs over spacious 808s and trap hats, verses half-rapped with a late-night drawl; chorus explodes into anthemic country rock with layered gang vocals, big toms, and soaring melodic hooks; bridge strips back to acoustic and sub, then slams back in for a final stadium-ready chorus, country, male vocals, rock, alternative country, moody, pop, pop rock, acoustic, electric, country rock