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The Whythouse
The Whythouse is a boundary-pushing urban-country collective based in Ontario, Canada, blending modern country melodies with subtle reggae rhythms and pop-inspired production. Known for toe-tapping grooves and emotionally grounded lyrics, their music speaks to love, loss, small-town roots, and personal growth. Tracks like Fly Away, Full Tank of Gas, and Old Oak Tree capture both feel-good energy and reflective storytelling. Fronted by Chris Hale and Khenne Mazze, The Whythouse delivers authentic songs that resonate across genres without losing their country soul. Their sound is fresh, familiar, and made for both the back porch and the open road.
Song Info
Genre
Country • Country-Pop
Charts
Peak #19
Peak in subgenre #5
Author
Christopher Michael Hale
Rights
Northern Rebel Music
Uploaded
July 26, 2024
Track Files
MP3
MP3 8.2 MB • 320 kbps • 3:34
Lossless
WAV 62.4 MB
Meta Data
BPM
110
Key
Major
Vocals
Male
Character
Energy
relaxed, cool
high-energy
Danceable
coffee-place
dancefloor
Positivity
dark, sad, angry
happy
Appeal
unique
radio-friendly
Lyrics
Every time I look at you I get a feeling like I just can't control We've been kickin' it for a while now and there's somethin' about you that soothes my soul Maybe it's that sexy smile or the way you're lookin' at me tonight I don't care where we go baby girl, as long as you're sittin' on the passenger side Full tank of gas, I got the pedal to the floor, man she loves to move fast Forget the past, we're gonna fly down this dusty road So baby lean back and enjoy that country side Lord have mercy, she'll love how my Chevy rides, got her Waylon to a Morgan song And it ain't over yet, the way she backs it up, throwin' whiskey shots up to the sky Tailgatin' all night till the sunrise, let's dance till our boots come off Cause I can't get enough I used to pick you up late at night so your daddy didn't see me comin' down the road Park the truck, tap my lights two times, wait for you to sneak out your bedroom window Or maybe it's the way she smelt like a summer breeze on a country night The way she workin' that stick, I pop the clutch, watch me put it into four wheel drive Full tank of gas, I got the pedal to the floor, man she loves to move fast Forget the past, we're gonna fly down this dusty road So baby lean back and enjoy that country side Lord have mercy, she'll love how my Chevy rides, got her Waylon to a Morgan song And it ain't over yet, the way she backs it up, throwin' whiskey shots up to the sky Tailgatin' all night till the sunrise, let's dance till our boots come off Cause I can't get enough I can't get enough I can't get enough Full tank of gas, I got the pedal to the floor, man she loves to move fast Forget the past, we're gonna fly down this dusty road So baby lean back and enjoy that country side Lord have mercy, she'll love how my Chevy rides, got her Waylon to a Morgan song And it ain't over yet, the way she backs it up, throwin' whiskey shots up to the sky Tailgatin' all night till the sunrise, let's dance till our boots come off Cause I can't get enough So baby lean back and enjoy that country side Lord have mercy, she'll love how my Chevy rides, got her Waylon to a Morgan song And it ain't over yet, the way she backs it up, throwin' whiskey shots up to the sky Tailgatin' all night till the sunrise, let's dance till our boots come off Cause I can't get enough I can't get enough of your love I can't get enough I can't get enough of your love I can't get enough I'm on my way with a full tank of gas baby I can't get enough
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