Miami Lyrics – Morgan Wallen

Read the complete Miami Lyrics by Morgan Wallen along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Morgan Wallen’s music, you can also explore What I Want and Where’d That Girl Go, two other songs by Morgan Wallen.

[Verse 1]
It gets cold in Tennesse in January
I done tagged out all my bucks
Sweating, no one seeing 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 bus
Headed straight to South Beach
And there she was

[Pre-Chorus]

Havana in her accent
Coconut and Captain
And by the end of the day
She was begging me to stay in Miami

[Chorus]
It ain’t nothing like where I’m from, oh
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 getting sand in my boots
Ask yourself, “What the hell is a redneck gon’ do in Miami?”
Miami

[Verse 2]
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 dancing with her body up against me
There ain’t no (??), but they still got some curves in Miami

[Chorus]
It ain’t nothing like where I’m from, oh
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 getting sand in my boots
Ask yourself, “What the hell is a redneck gon’ do in Miami?”
Miami

[Bridge]
Yeah and then I bought a seat and caught a bus
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

[Chorus]
It ain’t nothing like where I’m from, oh
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 getting sand in my boots
Ask yourself, “What the hell is a redneck gon’ do in Miami?”
Miami