LYRICS: I grew up in a little town named after another Catching bass and cutting grass is how I spent my summers I know it sounds cliche, but itâs how I was raised
And I got my first guitar from a pawn shop off of poplar Picked up Sweet Home Alabama, and Smoke On The Water And thatâs what got me out Itâs crazy thinking now
Iâm a mockingbird Singing songs that sound like other songs youâve heard Like Friday nights and headlights on some backroad red dirt, and how Mississippiâs home Iâve always been a mockingbird but Now Iâm a mockingbird with a microphone
I found myself a contract down on Sixteenth Avenue Writing songs for anyone about anything I knew And I've come a long long way But one thing hasn't changed
Iâm a mockingbird Singing songs that sound like other songs youâve heard Like Friday nights and headlights on some backroad red dirt, and how Mississippiâs home Iâve always been a mockingbird but Now Iâm a mockingbird with a microphone A mockingbird with a microphone, with a microphone, with a microphone, with a microphone
Do this, do that That shirt, this hat Donât forget to smile Kiss the ring once in a while Donât say, those words Put down your finger Throw in a slow love song or two Well fuck that, and fuck you âcause
The way I sing may not be pretty May not be music to your ears But when these wings roll through your city My last name is all you hear And I refuse to be another Mockingbird with a microphone Iâll fly the line I choose to brother Even if that makes me the crow The crow, the crow Even if that makes me the crow The crow, the crow, the crow
Well do that, do this Unclench your fist Youâre too loud, youâre too proud it wonât work Well tell that to twenty five thousand rednecks with my dumb face on their T-shirt
The way I sing may not be pretty May not be music to your ears But when these wings roll through your city My last name is all you hear And I refuse to be another Mockingbird with a microphone Iâll fly the line I choose to brother Even if that makes me the crow The crow, the crow Even if that makes me the crow The crow, the crow, The crow
Iâm a mockingbird Singing songs that sound like other songs youâve heard Like friday nights and headlights on some backroad red dirt, and how Mississippiâs home Iâve always been a mockingbird but Now Iâm a mockingbird and Iâm the crow
LYRICS: I grew up in a little town named after another Catching bass and cutting grass is how I spent my summers I know it sounds cliche, but itâs how I was raised
And I got my first guitar from a pawn shop off of poplar Picked up Sweet Home Alabama, and Smoke On The Water And thatâs what got me out Itâs crazy thinking now
Iâm a mockingbird Singing songs that sound like other songs youâve heard Like Friday nights and headlights on some backroad red dirt, and how Mississippiâs home Iâve always been a mockingbird but Now Iâm a mockingbird with a microphone
I found myself a contract down on Sixteenth Avenue Writing songs for anyone about anything I knew And I've come a long long way But one thing hasn't changed
Iâm a mockingbird Singing songs that sound like other songs youâve heard Like Friday nights and headlights on some backroad red dirt, and how Mississippiâs home Iâve always been a mockingbird but Now Iâm a mockingbird with a microphone A mockingbird with a microphone, with a microphone, with a microphone, with a microphone
Do this, do that That shirt, this hat Donât forget to smile Kiss the ring once in a while Donât say, those words Put down your finger Throw in a slow love song or two Well fuck that, and fuck you âcause
The way I sing may not be pretty May not be music to your ears But when these wings roll through your city My last name is all you hear And I refuse to be another Mockingbird with a microphone Iâll fly the line I choose to brother Even if that makes me the crow The crow, the crow Even if that makes me the crow The crow, the crow, the crow
Well do that, do this Unclench your fist Youâre too loud, youâre too proud it wonât work Well tell that to twenty five thousand rednecks with my dumb face on their T-shirt
The way I sing may not be pretty May not be music to your ears But when these wings roll through your city My last name is all you hear And I refuse to be another Mockingbird with a microphone Iâll fly the line I choose to brother Even if that makes me the crow The crow, the crow Even if that makes me the crow The crow, the crow, The crow
Iâm a mockingbird Singing songs that sound like other songs youâve heard Like friday nights and headlights on some backroad red dirt, and how Mississippiâs home Iâve always been a mockingbird but Now Iâm a mockingbird and Iâm the crow
LYRICS: Everybodyâs got a song called Rockstar Runninâ up the pop charts Talking all the shit they do Iâve been Houdini with my commas Pissing off my momma Getting all these new tattoos And I ainât saying that Iâm Nickelback Kickin it in Cali with todayâs whoâs who But everybodyâs got a song called rockstar Lately Iâve been feeling like one So I wrote one too And it goes like
Yeah it goes like
Yeah, I got all my idols slidinâ in my DMâs They got me dead cause they said that Iâm killing it Started out with rifles Trucks and hunting season Now I got my middle finger up like a kid again Wasnât trying to make it, then I went and made it Then I made a song about whiskey and they played it Dang itâs Been a good run for a lucky redneck But I still got a box to check
Cause everybodyâs got a song called Rockstar Runninâ up the pop charts Talking all the shit they do Iâve been Houdini with my commas Pissing off my momma Getting all these new tattoos And I ainât saying that Iâm Nickelback Kickin it in Cali with todayâs whoâs who But everybody's got a song called rockstar Lately Iâve been feeling like one So I wrote one too And it goes like
Yeah it goes like
I just met a kid with a dip in his lip He just took a pic said my shit was the shit Said he went as me for Halloween And when he did everybody at the party sang âmy townâs smaller than your townâ Damn yâall what the hell is my life now Itâs like how
Everybodyâs got a song called Rockstar Runninâ up the pop charts Talking all the shit they do Iâve been Houdini with my commas Pissing off my momma Getting all these new tattoos And I ainât saying that Iâm Nickelback Kickin it in Cali with todayâs whoâs who But everybodyâs got a song called rockstar Lately Iâve been feeling like one So I wrote one too And it goes like
Yeah it goes like Yeah it goes like Yeah it goes like Yeah it goes like
Lyrics: Everybodyâs got a song called Rockstar Runninâ up the pop charts Talking all the shit they do Iâve been Houdini with my commas Pissing off my momma Getting all these new tattoos And I ainât saying that Iâm Nickelback Kickin it in Cali with todayâs whoâs who But everybodyâs got a song called rockstar Lately Iâve been feeling like one So I wrote one too And it goes like
Yeah it goes like
Yeah, I got all my idols slidinâ in my DMâs They got me dead cause they said that Iâm killing it Started out with rifles Trucks and hunting season Now I got my middle finger up like a kid again Wasnât trying to make it, then I went and made it Then I made a song about whiskey and they played it Dang itâs Been a good run for a lucky redneck But I still got a box to check
Cause everybodyâs got a song called Rockstar Runninâ up the pop charts Talking all the shit they do Iâve been Houdini with my commas Pissing off my momma Getting all these new tattoos And I ainât saying that Iâm Nickelback Kickin it in Cali with todayâs whoâs who But everybody's got a song called rockstar Lately Iâve been feeling like one So I wrote one too And it goes like
Yeah it goes like
I just met a kid with a dip in his lip He just took a pic said my shit was the shit Said he went as me for Halloween And when he did everybody at the party sang âmy townâs smaller than your townâ Damn yâall what the hell is my life now Itâs like how
Everybodyâs got a song called Rockstar Runninâ up the pop charts Talking all the shit they do Iâve been Houdini with my commas Pissing off my momma Getting all these new tattoos And I ainât saying that Iâm Nickelback Kickin it in Cali with todayâs whoâs who But everybodyâs got a song called rockstar Lately Iâve been feeling like one So I wrote one too And it goes like
Yeah it goes like Yeah it goes like Yeah it goes like Yeah it goes like
Lyrics: Somebody wrote quit on a napkin I took it out of my tip jar laughing Like damn what a asshole, man Iâm just a flat broke boy with a guitar asking For anybody to pay attention Itâs not like anybody paid admission I was just wishinâ Somebody would listen Give me a shot and I ain't talkinâ bout Canadian Mist then
Florida Georgia put me on the map Morgan put me on the track Fucked around and penned a couple hits Chucked âem out to see if they'd react Talked about the way of life I live All the things the country life will give Itâs like I never left my neighborhood But I burned out of it and I turned out good
If ya ask me Well shit I ain't the goat, Iâm the black sheep Hell bent to find closure I canât let go a note somebody wrote like 10 years ago put a chip on my shoulder And if you wanted me to quit you should have saved it bro If you donât wanna start shit donât say it And when it comes to the king thatâs the radio If you donât like my shit donât play it I donât give a fuck Imma still book arenas and fill em up Imma still keep singing songs about drinking a fifth of Jack D Throwing up then waking up alone In my truck I heard the voice of God that night He said keep going boy itâs all alright Imma bless your soul to one day down the road You'll be looking in the mirror like I won that fight
So before you choose hate get to know a guy He might end up a poet that was born to fly He might end up a man out of people Damn what a scene, A Redneck glorified With a stack of awards on a napkin A bored little bastard wrote to try to warn a guy Maybe Iâm just petty âCause they're just metal Wait then again so am I Fuck you
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LYRICS: I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning With a bone dry bottle of Jack Iâs pouring Damn she got some nerve Way she kicked me to the curb Guess you can say I got what I deserve âCause I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning
She said donât come home if you go to the bar I said okay baby then got drunk out in the yard 2am I knock knock knocked up on the door But she never unlock locked it guess I donât live there no more
Yeah she meant business this time I canât believe my bloodshot eyes
I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning With a bone dry bottle of Jack Iâs pouring Damn she got some nerve Way she kicked me to the curb Guess you can say I got what I deserve âCause I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning
I used that empty bag of corn to rest my head A camo jacket for a blanket then passed out like I was dead
Still got one heck of a buzz If I look a train wreck itâs because
I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning With a bone dry bottle of Jack Iâs pouring Damn she got some nerve Way she kicked me to the curb Guess you can say I got what I deserve âCause I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning yeah I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning, yes I did
I canât believe I gotta be at work at nine That fuckinâ birds about to catch this 45 Oh I guess if this really is goodbye At least I took my boots off this time
I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning With a bone dry bottle of Jack Iâs pouring Damn she got some nerve Way she kicked me to the curb Guess you can say I got what I deserve I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning With a bone dry bottle of Jack Iâs pouring Damn she got some nerve Way she kicked me to the curb Guess you can say I got what I deserve
LYRICS: I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning With a bone dry bottle of Jack Iâs pouring Damn she got some nerve Way she kicked me to the curb Guess you can say I got what I deserve âCause I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning
She said donât come home if you go to the bar I said okay baby then got drunk out in the yard 2am I knock knock knocked up on the door But she never unlock locked it guess I donât live there no more
Yeah she meant business this time I canât believe my bloodshot eyes
I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning With a bone dry bottle of Jack Iâs pouring Damn she got some nerve Way she kicked me to the curb Guess you can say I got what I deserve âCause I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning
I used that empty bag of corn to rest my head A camo jacket for a blanket then passed out like I was dead
Still got one heck of a buzz If I look a train wreck itâs because
I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning With a bone dry bottle of Jack Iâs pouring Damn she got some nerve Way she kicked me to the curb Guess you can say I got what I deserve âCause I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning yeah I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning, yes I did
I canât believe I gotta be at work at nine That fuckinâ birds about to catch this 45 Oh I guess if this really is goodbye At least I took my boots off this time
I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning With a bone dry bottle of Jack Iâs pouring Damn she got some nerve Way she kicked me to the curb Guess you can say I got what I deserve I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning With a bone dry bottle of Jack Iâs pouring Damn she got some nerve Way she kicked me to the curb Guess you can say I got what I deserve
#HARDY #TRUCKBED
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LYRICS: I got turned around in some little town Iâd never been to before Working my way through a middle of June Midnight thunderstorm There was something in the headlights That stopped me on a dime Well she was scared to death So I said climb in and in she climbed Oh Yeah
Well she was bruised and broke from head to toe With a tear in her blood stained shirt She didnât tell the whole truth But she didnât have to I knew what had happened to her I didnât load her down with questions That girl had been through enough I just threw it in drive Looked in those eyes And asked her where he was
I donât know if heâs angel Cause angels donât do what he did He was hell bent to find the man behind All the whiskey scars I hid I never thought my day of justice Would come from a judge under his seat But I knew right then Iâd never get hit again when he said to me Wait in the truck Just wait in the truck
Well I knocked and knocked and no one came So I kicked in his double wide door I let the hammer drop before he got to that twelve he was reaching for I didnât try to hide my pistol I didnât even try to run I just sat on the porch smoking one of his cigarettes And waited for the cops to come
I donât know if heâs angel Cause angels donât do what he did He was hell bent to find the man behind All the whiskey scars I hid I never thought my day of justice Would come from a judge under his seat But I knew right then Iâd never get hit again when he said to me Wait in the truck Just wait in the truck
Whoa Have mercy on me Lord Have mercy on me Have mercy on me Lord
Itâs been sixty months And she still comes to to see me from time to time It was worth the price to see a brighter side of the girl I picked up that night And I might be here forever It ainât paradise thatâs true But itâs a whole hell of a lot better Than the place I sent him to
Wait in the truck Just wait in the truck Wait in the truck Just wait in the truck Have mercy on me lord Have mercy on me Have mercy on me Have mercy on me Wait in the truck Just wait in the truck Wait in the truck Just wait in the truck
#HARDY #waitinthetruck
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LYRICS: I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning With a bone dry bottle of Jack Iâs pouring Damn she got some nerve Way she kicked me to the curb Guess you can say I got what I deserve âCause I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning
She said donât come home if you go to the bar I said okay baby then got drunk out in the yard 2am I knock knock knocked up on the door But she never unlock locked it guess I donât live there no more
Yeah she meant business this time I canât believe my bloodshot eyes
I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning With a bone dry bottle of Jack Iâs pouring Damn she got some nerve Way she kicked me to the curb Guess you can say I got what I deserve âCause I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning
I used that empty bag of corn to rest my head A camo jacket for a blanket then passed out like I was dead
Still got one heck of a buzz If I look a train wreck itâs because
I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning With a bone dry bottle of Jack Iâs pouring Damn she got some nerve Way she kicked me to the curb Guess you can say I got what I deserve âCause I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning yeah I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning, yes I did
I canât believe I gotta be at work at nine That fuckinâ birds about to catch this 45 Oh I guess if this really is goodbye At least I took my boots off this time
I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning With a bone dry bottle of Jack Iâs pouring Damn she got some nerve Way she kicked me to the curb Guess you can say I got what I deserve I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning With a bone dry bottle of Jack Iâs pouring Damn she got some nerve Way she kicked me to the curb Guess you can say I got what I deserve
LYRICS: Gold records on the sheetrock Not bad for a boy from Mississippi Yeah, I could buy a Maybach But I'm still in my F-150
And my last name Is a whole lot bigger than I thought it'd be A lotta things changed Except one thing, me
I'm still the same old redneck Fuck, don't give a damn Ain't afraid to throw a dead buck on my Instagram Grain alcohol in my cup Got the whole house Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out
Middle finger to the sky, buddy that's right I don't sprinkle Dixie Crystal on my half-time Keep your in crowd, I'll be the outcast I'll be country till I'm dead
That's on my last name Is a whole lot bigger than I thought it'd be A lotta things changed But if there's something you should know about me
I'm still thĐ” same old redneck Fuck, don't givĐ” a damn Ain't afraid to throw a dead buck on my Instagram Grain alcohol in my cup Got the whole house Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out
Middle finger to the sky till I'm gone and dead .44 in the Ford for the copperheads Alcohol in my cup Got the whole house Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out
Middle finger to the sky till I'm gone and dead .44 in the Ford for the copperheads Alcohol in my cup Got the whole house Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out
LYRICS: Happy lives all around the world Inside of every boy and girl yeah Dollar bills and gold and pearls Ainât never been his style
And happyâs always by your side Never not willing to provide But if you abuse him for the night He donât show for a while
Well happy donât have lies to tell He doesnât want nothing from no one else and he Never does concern himself with whoâs right or wrong Happy donât like alcohol Bitterness or cruel at all But when he hears love sing through the wall Well, Happy sings along
My old friend Where has the time gone We were thick as thieves Until hate came along What a mess Weâve gotten into Hey Happy why canât everybody just be you
Well Happy sits there patiently In line behind jealousy Waiting on a humble epiphany That your grass might be greener
And happyâs never liked the view Of âI ainât good enoughâ avenue âCause, You can bet if you donât like you, you donât like happy neither
Oh my old friend Where has the time gone We were thick as thieves Until hate came along What a mess Weâve gotten into Hey Happy why canât everybody just be you
These days happy spends his time Beating on the door of most folks minds Knowing heâs about to hit his finish line If we donât let him in But that ainât up to him, nah
My old friend Where has the time gone We were thick as thieves Until hate came along What a mess Weâve gotten into Hey Happy why canât everybody just be you Why canât everybody just be you Why canât everybody just be you
LYRICS: I came home Buck in the back Sheâs on the porch With her bags packed
Sheâs had enough Sheâs over me Spending too much time in a pine tree
She took it out of my truck Drove off like Joe Nemacheck She thought that would kill me but whatâs One less .30-06 to a redneck
Whatâs one less .30-06 to a redneck Whatâs one less .30-06 to a redneck
Sheâs probably at Some gun and pawn Laughing cause My automaticâs gone
Bet she could get About a rack or so Enough to fill her up and get her where sheâs gotta go
But she ainât messed my season up I had a backup under my bed Go on and pawn it cause whatâs One less .30-06 to a redneck
Whatâs one less .30-06 to a redneck Whatâs one less .30-06 to a redneck (Whatâs one less .30-06 to a redneck)
Yeah you can bet your corn pile and your honey hole Iâll be back in the woods by tomorrow Itâs gonna hit her âbout 10 AM when she Sees another dead buck on my instagram
Cause whatâs one less .30-06 to a redneck
She never opened it but Thereâs three more in my safe on deck She thought it would kill me but whatâs One less .30-06 to a redneck
LYRICS: Screen Someone somewhere bought a brand new rifle Pointed at a man holding a bible So sad you wonât believe it But I swear to God Iâve seen it Right there on a TV screen Shooting stars all burning up the night sky Something someone sees once in a lifetime Gotta look on up before itâs gone But damn if we ainât fixed on A good for nothing cellphone screen
See the world, take it in, Catch a sunrise With your own eyes
I wanna drive, wanna run till the wires run out I need to heal, need to feel, like Iâm alive right now Pull the plug, just shatter the glass Make it stop, these days under a rock doesnât sound half bad Put me alone singing âlong to a red bird song I wanna live like they did in the great unknown Yeah if you need me Iâll be watching the storm Somewhere from a chair just staring through a back porch Screen
A baseball getting dusty at a Walmart Could send a kid all the way to Wrigley ballpark Might be a hall of fame one The whole world knows his name one But heâd rather hit a homerun on a screen
I wanna drive, wanna run till the wires run out I need to heal, need to feel, like Iâm alive right now Pull the plug, just shatter the glass Make it stop, these days under a rock doesnât sound half bad Put me alone singing âlong to a red bird song I wanna live like they did in the great unknown Yeah if you need me Iâll be watching the storm Somewhere from a chair just staring through a back porch Screen
Take a good look out the window Keep it in your pocket at the rock show Yeah just give it a try Every battery does but your memory will never die
I wanna drive, wanna run till the wires run out I need to heal, need to feel, like Iâm alive right now Pull the plug, just shatter the glass Make it stop, these days under a rock doesnât sound half bad Put me alone singing âlong to a red bird song I wanna live like they did in the great unknown Yeah If you need me Iâll be watching the storm Somewhere from a chair just staring through a back porch Screen Yeah through a back porch screen See the world, take it in, Catch a sunrise With your own eyes
LYRICS: Red Iâm talking âbout the sun coming up, and the sun going down On a John Deere turning up a hard work check Making that blue collar country boyâs neck Red Iâm talking âbout the color of them jerseys on a Friday night At the end of another long hot dry summer âTween the dust and the rust the trucks are half covered in Red Like a bloodhound Tracking some white tail buck down
I ain't talking politics, Iâm talking small town And if youâre from one you know what Iâm talking âbout It's everywhere I swear from the courthouse bricks To a crushed bud heavy can fading in the ditch Like the book of John, like a barn door And heart your hands over cause youâre thankful for Every shipped off soul that was born to fight For a wind torn flag thatâs blue and white And red
Red Iâm talkinâ âbout a county line stop sign full of bird shot The cup your beerâs in sitting âround a fire Like your, bank account when you bought them tires That led You down a dirt road and got some red lips leaning cross the console
I ain't talking politics, Iâm talking small town And if youâre from one you know what Iâm talking âbout It's everywhere I swear from the courthouse bricks To a crushed bud heavy can fading in the ditch Like the book of John, like a barn door And heart your hands over cause youâre thankful for Every shipped off soul that was born to fight For a wind torn flag thatâs blue and white And red
It donât matter who you are, got your back if thatâs what you need âCause at the end of the day hey we all bleed Red
I ain't talking politics, Iâm talking small town And if youâre from one you know what Iâm talking âbout It's everywhere I swear from the courthouse bricks To a crushed bud heavy can fading in the ditch Like the book of John, like a barn door And heart your hands over cause youâre thankful for Every shipped off soul that was born to fight For a wind torn flag thatâs blue and white And red Yeah a wind torn flag thatâs blue and white And red Yeah a wind torn flag thatâs blue and white And red
LYRICS: Bisquick on the cast iron Dip spit on my collar Iâm podunk proud and Iâll shout it so loud you can hear it way down in the holler IâM A REDNECK! IâM A REDNECK! Iâll carve it in a cottonwood tree With my redneck knife Yeah the redneck life is the only life for me
I get clear from a still I drink beer eat deer that I kill A bug zappers in my window sill To keep the sundown skeeters at bay
I catch cats with a jug My truck nutz stay covered in mud I chew tobacco like a cow does cud And I wouldnât have it any other way âCause thereâs
Bisquick on the cast iron Dip spit on my collar Iâm podunk proud and Iâll shout it so loud you can hear it way down in the holler IâM A REDNECK! IâM A REDNECK! Thereâs a shotgun in my shotgun seat âCause if it flies it dies Yeah the redneck life is the only life for me
Moon pie dessert largemouth wall art Earnhardt T-shirt bought it at the Walmart Chickens in the pin cockle doodle when the dog bark Ainât all kin but weâre somewhere in the ballpark and thereâs
Bisquick on the cast iron Dip spit on my collar Iâm podunk proud and Iâll shout it so loud you can hear it way down in the holler IâM A REDNECK! IâM A REDNECK! Bury me in the back forty By my redneck wife âCause the redneck life is the only life for me yeah
Yo ho ho and a bottle of Dew Mix it with a trickle of Dickel or two And when the Mountain Dew and the Dickels all gone Weâll all be drunk and weâll sing this song
Bisquick on the cast iron Dip spit on my collar Iâm podunk proud and Iâll shout it so loud you can hear it way down in the holler IâM A REDNECK! IâM A REDNECK! And to you I might never not be Just a stereotype But the redneck life is the only life for me
LYRICS: Whatâs the point of forty acres If you got it all to yourself Whatâs singing along to a Strait song If you ainât singing with no one else I ainât ever seen a pick up without a shotgun seat And I never looked at it that way Till the day you looked at me
I know how to build a house on a hill but what would that be worth If I come back home and swing alone on my little piece of Earth Yeah the more it turned the more I learned No matter what I do There ainât no I in country but thereâs a Y.O.U
Yeah I light up when you catch one Hell itâs the background on my phone And now I canât stand sittinâ in a stand If Iâm sitting in it all alone I could break some ground, build half the town, like a blue collar dream come true Yeah I can make a name but whatâs a name without a country girl to give it to
I know how to build a house on a hill but what would that be worth If I come back home and swing alone on my little piece of Earth Yeah the more it turned the more I learned No matter what I do There ainât no I in country but thereâs a Y.O.U yeah, a Y.O.U
When it comes to Sunday morning Iâve always thanked the Lord But ever since you Iâve got a reason to Thank him even more
I know how to build a house on a hill but what would that be worth If I come back home and swing alone on my little piece of Earth Yeah the more it turned the more I learned No matter what I do There ainât no I in country but thereâs a Y.O.U There ainât no I in country but thereâs a Y.O.U, you, yeah yeah
LYRICS: I hope that you hear this When youâre fishing off the pier Or listening to Skynyrd jacked up at the skinning rack Caping out a 10 point deer
And I know that you got some In a beat up blue ice chest Just know Iâm sorry I couldnât make it to the party Could you do me a cold one request
Drink one for me Drink one for me Just know Iâd be there holding one in the air If I didnât have somewhere to be When you hit that 7-11 Get a little more than you think you need I hate to tell you but they ainât got beer in heaven So boys when you drink one Drink one for me Drink one for me
I guess God forgave me For every one too many buzz âCause Iâm up here now smiling looking down At all of yâall catching one
So if you donât mind I hope you donât mind Getting a little more drunk
Drink one for me Drink one for me Just know Iâd be there holding one in the air If I didnât have somewhere to be When you hit that 7-11 Get a little more than you think you need I hate to tell you but they ainât got beer in heaven So boys when you drink one Drink one for me
And I begged Jesus when I got here To send me back for just one night âCause I didnât know that last beer Was the last beer of my life He said theyâll be fine without you Just give them a couple years But if thereâs one way to keep my memory alive Till the day yâall meet me here itâs
Drink one for me Drink one for me Just know Iâd be there holding one in the air If I didnât have somewhere to be When you hit that 7-11 Get a little more than you think you need I hate to tell you but they ainât got beer in heaven So boys when you drink one Drink one for me Drink one for me yeah
I hope that you hear this When youâre fishing off the pier Or listening to Skynyrd jacked up at the skinning rack Caping out a 10 point deer
LYRICS: Thereâs gotta be a truck Thereâs gotta be a girl Sheâs gotta be hot and you gotta rhyme that shit with world And it canât be too fake but it canât be too real Gotta make âem tap theyâre feet or Iâll lose my record deal So I just sat down with some dudes that wrote some hits We put our heads together for a second and it goes like this
Baby whatcha think about getting outta here Get you outta this bar girl get to switching gears In my Chevy thereâs a Yeti in the back with some beer We can park in the dark, get our dirt road on Oh Everybody knows how it goes Kiss you in the moonlight glow Sitting shotty everybody sing along Well this ainât no radio song
Fuck
Well if it ainât under four minutes it ainât gonâ be a hit If there ainât no steel in it they ainât gonâ play yo shit And I wish I tell it like it is but the cold hard fact is I canât So bring that money maker back
Baby whatcha think about getting outta here Get you outta this bar girl get to switching gears In my Chevy thereâs a Yeti in the back with some beer We can park in the dark, get our dirt road on Oh Everybody knows how it goes Kiss you in the moonlight glow Sitting shotty everybody sing along Well this ainât no radio song
Fuck Well this ainât no radio song Yeah Letâs fucking go Well this ainât no radio song
Fuck Well this ainât no radio song This ainât no radio song Fuck
Baby whatcha think about getting outta here Get you outta this bar girl get to switching gears In my Chevy thereâs a Yeti in the back with some beer We can park in the dark, get our dirt road on Oh Everybody knows how it goes Kiss you in the moonlight glow Sitting shotty everybody sing along Well this ainât a motherfucking radio song Fuck Well this ainât no radio song Yeah Letâs fucking go Fuck This ainât no radio song
LYRICS: I got turned around in some little town Iâd never been to before Working my way through a middle of June Midnight thunderstorm There was something in the headlights That stopped me on a dime Well she was scared to death So I said climb in and in she climbed Oh Yeah
Well she was bruised and broke from head to toe With a tear in her blood stained shirt She didnât tell the whole truth But she didnât have to I knew what had happened to her I didnât load her down with questions That girl had been through enough I just threw it in drive Looked in those eyes And asked her where he was
I donât know if heâs an angel Cause angels donât do what he did He was hell bent to find the man behind All the whiskey scars I hid I never thought my day of justice Would come from a judge under his seat But I knew right then Iâd never get hit again when he said to me Wait in the truck Just wait in the truck
Well I knocked and knocked and no one came So I kicked in his double wide door I let the hammer drop before he got to that twelve he was reaching for I didnât try to hide my pistol I didnât even try to run I just sat on the porch smoking one of his cigarettes And waited for the cops to come
I donât know if heâs an angel Cause angels donât do what he did He was hell bent to find the man behind All the whiskey scars I hid I never thought my day of justice Would come from a judge under his seat But I knew right then Iâd never get hit again when he said to me Wait in the truck Just wait in the truck
Whoa (Woahhhh) Have mercy on me Lord Have mercy on me Have mercy on me Lord
Itâs been sixty months And she still comes to to see me from time to time It was worth the price to see a brighter side of the girl I picked up that night And I might be here forever It ainât paradise thatâs true But itâs a whole hell of a lot better Than the place I sent him to Yeah
(Have mercy Have mercy Have mercy on me) Wait in the truck (Have mercy on me Lord) Just wait in the truck (Have mercy Have mercy Have mercy on me) Wait in the truck (Lord have mercy on me) Just wait in the truck (Have mercy Have mercy Have mercy on me) Have mercy on me Lord Have mercy on me (Have mercy Have mercy Have mercy on me) Have mercy on me Lord (Have mercy on me) (Have mercy on me) (Have mercy Have mercy Have mercy on me) Wait in the truck Just wait in the truck (Have mercy Have mercy Have mercy on me) Wait in the truck Just wait in the truck
LYRICS: When I was a boy my pop bought me a gun Said son this ainât no toy Itâs time you learn to hunt Buy bullets by the case Put emâ up on your shelf âcause thereâs a chance one day that This worldâs gonna go to hell
And heâs damn sure proud of me âcause now my philosophy is
If ainât loaded better rack one Get a bloodhound thatâll track one Every buck could be your last one When thereâs bombs up in the sky You wonât find me strapped for back strap Crying at that crashing Nasdaq You can bet your country ass that Imma kill shit till I die, die Kill shit till I die, die Kill shit till I
You ainât gotta listen to me But you better find you some land âcause you ainât gonna live off mine When the Walmarts hit the fan So corn up all your feeders Show up before the sun And son when you fill that freezer Go get you another one
If ainât loaded better rack one Get a bloodhound thatâll track one Every buck could be your last one When thereâs bombs up in the sky You wonât find me strapped for back strap Crying at the crashing Nasdaq You can bet your country ass that Imma kill shit till I die, die Kill shit till I die, die Kill shit till I
If ainât loaded better rack one Get a bloodhound thatâll track one Every buck could be your last one When thereâs bombs up in the sky You wonât find me strapped for back strap Crying at that crashing Nasdaq You can bet your country ass that Imma kill shit till I die, die, die Kill shit till I die, die, die
Kill shit till I (Die die die die) Kill shit till I (Die die die die) Kill shit til I
LYRICS: I came home Buck in the back Sheâs on the porch With her bags packed
Sheâs had enough Sheâs over me Spending too much time in a pine tree
She took it out of my truck Drove off like Joe Nemacheck She thought that would kill me but whatâs One less .30-06 to a redneck
Whatâs one less .30-06 to a redneck Whatâs one less .30-06 to a redneck
Sheâs probably at Some gun and pawn Laughing cause My automaticâs gone
Bet she could get About a rack or so Enough to fill her up and get her where sheâs gotta go
But she ainât messed my season up I had a backup under my bed Go on and pawn it cause whatâs One less .30-06 to a redneck
Whatâs one less .30-06 to a redneck Whatâs one less .30-06 to a redneck (Whatâs one less .30-06 to a redneck)
Yeah you can bet your corn pile and your honey hole Iâll be back in the woods by tomorrow Itâs gonna hit her âbout 10 AM when she Sees another dead buck on my instagram
Cause whatâs one less .30-06 to a redneck
She never opened it but Thereâs three more in my safe on deck She thought it would kill me but whatâs One less .30-06 to a redneck
LYRICS: I packed my only guitar In my Chevy Silverado I drove down to the corner store Gassed up and headed North Said goodbye to mom and pops Church parking lots roadblocks and potholes Left my name my mama gave me Right there rocking on the porch
Whoa I never seen so much concrete before Whoa I ainât in the country no more
I got woke up this morning to a choir of singing sirens I went out barefoot to watch âem go by Cut my foot on sidewalk glass Gave a hungry man a dollar He was begging, he was crying A little later on he was drinking on A 40 in a paper sack
Whoa I never been got like that before Whoa I guess I ainât in the country no more No I ainât in the country no more
Nobody talks like I do Nobody here at all No hell yeah hey yâall But oh this raised on hard work boyâs Gonna live a dream till he dies I wish I was but I ainât in the country no more In the country no more
Go
Iâm damn proud of my roots My red wing boots and my blue collar This chip here on my shoulder is a town I canât let down Lord knows I ainât no Jesus but Iâll proudly be the martyr Spread the word about that nowhere place that makes the world go âround
Whoa I ainât in the country no more Whoa No I ainât in the country no more
Nobody talks like I do Nobody here at all No hell yeah hey yâall But oh this raised on hard work boyâs Gonna live a dream till he dies I wish I was but I ainât in the country no more In the country no more Go
No I ainât in the country no more I ainât in the country no more Go
LYRICS: Happy lives all around the world Inside of every boy and girl yeah Dollar bills and gold and pearls Ainât never been his style
And happyâs always by your side Never not willing to provide But if you abuse him for the night He donât show for a while
Well happy donât have lies to tell He doesnât want nothing from no one else and he Never does concern himself with whoâs right or wrong Happy donât like alcohol Bitterness or cruel at all But when he hears love sing through the wall Well, Happy sings along
My old friend Where has the time gone We were thick as thieves Until hate came along What a mess Weâve gotten into Hey Happy why canât everybody just be you
Well Happy sits there patiently In line behind jealousy Waiting on a humble epiphany That your grass might be greener
And happyâs never liked the view Of âI ainât good enoughâ avenue âCause, You can bet if you donât like you, you donât like happy neither
Oh my old friend Where has the time gone We were thick as thieves Until hate came along What a mess Weâve gotten into Hey Happy why canât everybody just be you
These days happy spends his time Beating on the door of most folks minds Knowing heâs about to hit his finish line If we donât let him in But that ainât up to him, nah
My old friend Where has the time gone We were thick as thieves Until hate came along What a mess Weâve gotten into Hey Happy why canât everybody just be you Why canât everybody just be you Why canât everybody just be you
LYRICS: Seventeen Since the night we met man we been thick as thieves, it was you and me Howling at the moon Every Friday night from Hank to Blink 182 I was right there with you
In the back of a truck every buck and bass Tractor tire fire, touchdown pass Up and down roads we rode around Picking me up, setting me down
All the crazy things we been through In this dry on Sunday town All the trouble I got you into Itâs a wonder you kept me around Iâm damn proud to have your back boy Like I have for all these years and Iâll be here till the factory quits making me Sincerely, Beer
Twenty three Remember that Oxford night you had like six of me And then I saw you see
The prettiest thing youâd seen before I helped you her get out there on the floor Brought one of me out to her old man âFore you asked to put that rock on her hand
All the crazy things we been through In this dry on Sunday town All the trouble I got you into Itâs a wonder you kept me around Iâm damn proud to have your back boy Like I have for all these years and Iâll be here till the factory quits making me Sincerely, Beer
I just wanna say thanks For the damn good times And the memories made, well anyway Iâll see you later on tonight
All the crazy things we been through In this dry on Sunday town All the trouble I got you into Itâs a wonder you kept me around Iâm damn proud to have your back boy Like I have for all these years and Iâll be here till the factory quits making me Sincerely, Beer
(I just wanna say thanks) (For the damn good times) (And the memories made, well anyway) (Iâll see you later on tonight)
I grew up in a little town named after another Catching bass and cutting grass is how I spent my summers I know it sounds cliche, but itâs how I was raised
And I got my first guitar from a pawn shop off of poplar Picked up Sweet Home Alabama, and Smoke On The Water And thatâs what got me out Itâs crazy thinking now
Iâm a mockingbird Singing songs that sound like other songs youâve heard Like Friday nights and headlights on some backroad red dirt, and how Mississippiâs home Iâve always been a mockingbird but Now Iâm a mockingbird with a microphone
I found myself a contract down on Sixteenth Avenue Writing songs for anyone about anything I knew And I've come a long long way But one thing hasn't changed
Iâm a mockingbird Singing songs that sound like other songs youâve heard Like Friday nights and headlights on some backroad red dirt, and how Mississippiâs home Iâve always been a mockingbird but Now Iâm a mockingbird with a microphone A mockingbird with a microphone, with a microphone, with a microphone, with a microphone
Do this, do that That shirt, this hat Donât forget to smile Kiss the ring once in a while Donât say, those words Put down your finger Throw in a slow love song or two Well fuck that, and fuck you âcause
The way I sing may not be pretty May not be music to your ears But when these wings roll through your city My last name is all you hear And I refuse to be another Mockingbird with a microphone Iâll fly the line I choose to brother Even if that makes me the crow The crow, the crow Even if that makes me the crow The crow, the crow, the crow
Well do that, do this Unclench your fist Youâre too loud, youâre too proud it wonât work Well tell that to twenty five thousand rednecks with my dumb face on their T-shirt
The way I sing may not be pretty May not be music to your ears But when these wings roll through your city My last name is all you hear And I refuse to be another Mockingbird with a microphone Iâll fly the line I choose to brother Even if that makes me the crow The crow, the crow Even if that makes me the crow The crow, the crow, The crow
Iâm a mockingbird Singing songs that sound like other songs youâve heard Like friday nights and headlights on some backroad red dirt, and how Mississippiâs home Iâve always been a mockingbird but Now Iâm a mockingbird and Iâm the crow
#HARDY #themockingbirdandTHECROW
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I got turned around in some little town Iâd never been to before Working my way through a middle of June Midnight thunderstorm There was something in the headlights That stopped me on a dime Well she was scared to death So I said climb in and in she climbed Oh Yeah
Well she was bruised and broke from head to toe With a tear in her blood stained shirt She didnât tell the whole truth But she didnât have to I knew what had happened to her I didnât load her down with questions That girl had been through enough I just threw it in drive Looked in those eyes And asked her where he was
I donât know if heâs angel Cause angels donât do what he did He was hell bent to find the man behind All the whiskey scars I hid I never thought my day of justice Would come from a judge under his seat But I knew right then Iâd never get hit again when he said to me Wait in the truck Just wait in the truck
Well I knocked and knocked and no one came So I kicked in his double wide door I let the hammer drop before he got to that twelve he was reaching for I didnât try to hide my pistol I didnât even try to run I just sat on the porch smoking one of his cigarettes And waited for the cops to come
I donât know if heâs angel Cause angels donât do what he did He was hell bent to find the man behind All the whiskey scars I hid I never thought my day of justice Would come from a judge under his seat But I knew right then Iâd never get hit again when he said to me Wait in the truck Just wait in the truck
Whoa Have mercy on me Lord Have mercy on me Have mercy on me Lord
Itâs been sixty months And she still comes to to see me from time to time It was worth the price to see a brighter side of the girl I picked up that night And I might be here forever It ainât paradise thatâs true But itâs a whole hell of a lot better Than the place I sent him to
Wait in the truck Just wait in the truck Wait in the truck Just wait in the truck Have mercy on me lord Have mercy on me Have mercy on me Have mercy on me Wait in the truck Just wait in the truck Wait in the truck Just wait in the truck
#HARDY #waitinthetruck
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Hey kid let me introduce myself Iâs a friend of your dadâs when he had no one else Iâll put the party in your life boy you know I can Have you ever wanted to feel like superman
Oh, Oh
I see that blonde hair over there looking at you You wanna say whatâs up but canât work up the courage to But if you stick with me buddy you can bet your life Sheâll be walking out with you by the end of the night so
Donât listen to momma Hell I ainât the devil Ditch me when you wanna But if you need a little I can fix your problems Always got your back I can make you famous By the way my name isâŠ.
Shit It ain't my place but I gotta admit
All the people in your circle man theyâre pissing me off Say youâre broken and youâre soulless and itâs all my fault So tell me old friend, is it such a sin All I did was make you happy so to hell with them and
Donât listen to momma Hell I ainât the devil Ditch me when you wanna But if you need a little I can fix your problems Always got your back I can make you famous By the way my name isâŠ.
Yeah Yeah yeah itâs been a hell of a ride kid donât you agree Yeah yeah rock bottom ainât as bad when youâre rocking with me When youâre rocking with me So
Donât listen to momma Hell I ainât the devil Ditch me when you wanna But if you need a little I can fix your problems Always got your back I can make you famous By the way my name isâŠ. By the way my name isâŠ. By the way my name is Jack
Hey kid let me introduce myself Iâs a friend of your dadâs when he had no one else Iâll put the party in your life boy you know I can Have you ever wanted to feel like superman
Oh, Oh
I see that blonde hair over there looking at you You wanna say whatâs up but canât work up the courage to But if you stick with me buddy you can bet your life Sheâll be walking out with you by the end of the night so
Donât listen to momma Hell I ainât the devil Ditch me when you wanna But if you need a little I can fix your problems Always got your back I can make you famous By the way my name isâŠ.
Shit It ain't my place but I gotta admit
All the people in your circle man theyâre pissing me off Say youâre broken and youâre soulless and itâs all my fault So tell me old friend, is it such a sin All I did was make you happy so to hell with them and
Donât listen to momma Hell I ainât the devil Ditch me when you wanna But if you need a little I can fix your problems Always got your back I can make you famous By the way my name isâŠ.
Yeah Yeah yeah itâs been a hell of a ride kid donât you agree Yeah yeah rock bottom ainât as bad when youâre rocking with me When youâre rocking with me So
Donât listen to momma Hell I ainât the devil Ditch me when you wanna But if you need a little I can fix your problems Always got your back I can make you famous By the way my name isâŠ. By the way my name isâŠ. By the way my name is Jack
Hey kid let me introduce myself Iâs a friend of your dadâs when he had no one else Iâll put the party in your life boy you know I can Have you ever wanted to feel like superman
Oh, Oh
I see that blonde hair over there looking at you You wanna say whatâs up but canât work up the courage to But if you stick with me buddy you can bet your life Sheâll be walking out with you by the end of the night so
Donât listen to momma Hell I ainât the devil Ditch me when you wanna But if you need a little I can fix your problems Always got your back I can make you famous By the way my name isâŠ.
Shit It ain't my place but I gotta admit
All the people in your circle man theyâre pissing me off Say youâre broken and youâre soulless and itâs all my fault So tell me old friend, is it such a sin All I did was make you happy so to hell with them and
Donât listen to momma Hell I ainât the devil Ditch me when you wanna But if you need a little I can fix your problems Always got your back I can make you famous By the way my name isâŠ.
Yeah Yeah yeah itâs been a hell of a ride kid donât you agree Yeah yeah rock bottom ainât as bad when youâre rocking with me When youâre rocking with me So
Donât listen to momma Hell I ainât the devil Ditch me when you wanna But if you need a little I can fix your problems Always got your back I can make you famous By the way my name isâŠ. By the way my name isâŠ. By the way my name is Jack
I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning With a bone dry bottle of Jack Iâs pouring Damn she got some nerve Way she kicked me to the curb Guess you can say I got what I deserve âCause I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning
She said donât come home if you go to the bar I said okay baby then got drunk out in the yard 2am I knock knock knocked up on the door But she never unlock locked it guess I donât live there no more
Yeah she meant business this time I canât believe my bloodshot eyes
I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning With a bone dry bottle of Jack Iâs pouring Damn she got some nerve Way she kicked me to the curb Guess you can say I got what I deserve âCause I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning
I used that empty bag of corn to rest my head A camo jacket for a blanket then passed out like I was dead
Still got one heck of a buzz If I look a train wreck itâs because
I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning With a bone dry bottle of Jack Iâs pouring Damn she got some nerve Way she kicked me to the curb Guess you can say I got what I deserve âCause I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning yeah I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning, yes I did
I canât believe I gotta be at work at nine That fuckinâ birds about to catch this 45 Oh I guess if this really is goodbye At least I took my boots off this time
I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning With a bone dry bottle of Jack Iâs pouring Damn she got some nerve Way she kicked me to the curb Guess you can say I got what I deserve I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning With a bone dry bottle of Jack Iâs pouring Damn she got some nerve Way she kicked me to the curb Guess you can say I got what I deserve
Well here lies country music Had a damn good run It took its last Nashville lap around a Ring of Fire sun Jack Danielâs in the front row Right next to steel guitar The headline said, the cause of death was a lonely broken heart
âCause you canât cheat on the radio Or be proud of where youâre from Trucks ran out of red dirt roads and beer quit getting you drunk Yeah the thing about all good things is they all come to an end So here lies country music Rest easy, my old friend
It had a couple close calls With names I wonât mention But it stayed strong with Always On My Mind and Family Tradition Helped people through some hard times More times than you can count So you hate to see three chords and the truth, six feet in the ground
âCause you canât cheat on the radio Or be proud of where youâre from Trucks ran out of red dirt roads and beer quit getting you drunk Yeah the thing about all good things is they all come to an end So here lies country music Rest easy, my old friend oh
I woke up in a cold sweat To my alarm clock radio A new song came on about a honkytonk drunk heart that just got broke And I said, âthank you, Jesusâ That dream was all made up And I pray that I leave this earth before country music does
When you canât cheat on the radio Or be proud of where youâre from When trucks run out of red dirt roads and beer quits getting you drunk Yeah Iâll tell you some crazy words I never wanna say again Here lies country music Rest easy, my old friend Thank you, country music A-men
I grew up in a little town named after another Catching bass and cutting grass is how I spent my summers I know it sounds cliche, but itâs how I was raised
And I got my first guitar from a pawn shop off of poplar Picked up Sweet Home Alabama, and Smoke On The Water And thatâs what got me out Itâs crazy thinking now
Iâm a mockingbird Singing songs that sound like other songs youâve heard Like Friday nights and headlights on some backroad red dirt, and how Mississippiâs home Iâve always been a mockingbird but Now Iâm a mockingbird with a microphone
I found myself a contract down on Sixteenth Avenue Writing songs for anyone about anything I knew And I've come a long long way But one thing hasn't changed
Iâm a mockingbird Singing songs that sound like other songs youâve heard Like Friday nights and headlights on some backroad red dirt, and how Mississippiâs home Iâve always been a mockingbird but Now Iâm a mockingbird with a microphone A mockingbird with a microphone, with a microphone, with a microphone, with a microphone
Do this, do that That shirt, this hat Donât forget to smile Kiss the ring once in a while Donât say, those words Put down your finger Throw in a slow love song or two Well fuck that, and fuck you âcause
The way I sing may not be pretty May not be music to your ears But when these wings roll through your city My last name is all you hear And I refuse to be another Mockingbird with a microphone Iâll fly the line I choose to brother Even if that makes me the crow The crow, the crow Even if that makes me the crow The crow, the crow, the crow
Well do that, do this Unclench your fist Youâre too loud, youâre too proud it wonât work Well tell that to twenty five thousand rednecks with my dumb face on their T-shirt
The way I sing may not be pretty May not be music to your ears But when these wings roll through your city My last name is all you hear And I refuse to be another Mockingbird with a microphone Iâll fly the line I choose to brother Even if that makes me the crow The crow, the crow Even if that makes me the crow The crow, the crow, The crow
Iâm a mockingbird Singing songs that sound like other songs youâve heard Like friday nights and headlights on some backroad red dirt, and how Mississippiâs home Iâve always been a mockingbird but Now Iâm a mockingbird and Iâm the crow
Hey kid let me introduce myself Iâs a friend of your dadâs when he had no one else Iâll put the party in your life boy you know I can Have you ever wanted to feel like superman
Oh, Oh
I see that blonde hair over there looking at you You wanna say whatâs up but canât work up the courage to But if you stick with me buddy you can bet your life Sheâll be walking out with you by the end of the night so
Donât listen to momma Hell I ainât the devil Ditch me when you wanna But if you need a little I can fix your problems Always got your back I can make you famous By the way my name isâŠ.
Shit It ain't my place but I gotta admit
All the people in your circle man theyâre pissing me off Say youâre broken and youâre soulless and itâs all my fault So tell me old friend, is it such a sin All I did was make you happy so to hell with them and
Donât listen to momma Hell I ainât the devil Ditch me when you wanna But if you need a little I can fix your problems Always got your back I can make you famous By the way my name isâŠ.
Yeah Yeah yeah itâs been a hell of a ride kid donât you agree Yeah yeah rock bottom ainât as bad when youâre rocking with me When youâre rocking with me So
Donât listen to momma Hell I ainât the devil Ditch me when you wanna But if you need a little I can fix your problems Always got your back I can make you famous By the way my name isâŠ. By the way my name isâŠ. By the way my name is Jack
Hey kid let me introduce myself Iâs a friend of your dadâs when he had no one else Iâll put the party in your life boy you know I can Have you ever wanted to feel like superman
Oh, Oh
I see that blonde hair over there looking at you You wanna say whatâs up but canât work up the courage to But if you stick with me buddy you can bet your life Sheâll be walking out with you by the end of the night so
Donât listen to momma Hell I ainât the devil Ditch me when you wanna But if you need a little I can fix your problems Always got your back I can make you famous By the way my name isâŠ.
Shit It ain't my place but I gotta admit
All the people in your circle man theyâre pissing me off Say youâre broken and youâre soulless and itâs all my fault So tell me old friend, is it such a sin All I did was make you happy so to hell with them and
Donât listen to momma Hell I ainât the devil Ditch me when you wanna But if you need a little I can fix your problems Always got your back I can make you famous By the way my name isâŠ.
Yeah Yeah yeah itâs been a hell of a ride kid donât you agree Yeah yeah rock bottom ainât as bad when youâre rocking with me When youâre rocking with me So
Donât listen to momma Hell I ainât the devil Ditch me when you wanna But if you need a little I can fix your problems Always got your back I can make you famous By the way my name isâŠ. By the way my name isâŠ. By the way my name is Jack
#HARDY #JACK
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I got turned around in some little town Iâd never been to before Working my way through a middle of June Midnight thunderstorm There was something in the headlights That stopped me on a dime Well she was scared to death So I said climb in and in she climbed Oh Yeah
Well she was bruised and broke from head to toe With a tear in her blood stained shirt She didnât tell the whole truth But she didnât have to I knew what had happened to her I didnât load her down with questions That girl had been through enough I just threw it in drive Looked in those eyes And asked her where he was
I donât know if heâs angel Cause angels donât do what he did He was hell bent to find the man behind All the whiskey scars I hid I never thought my day of justice Would come from a judge under his seat But I knew right then Iâd never get hit again when he said to me Wait in the truck Just wait in the truck
Well I knocked and knocked and no one came So I kicked in his double wide door I let the hammer drop before he got to that twelve he was reaching for I didnât try to hide my pistol I didnât even try to run I just sat on the porch smoking one of his cigarettes And waited for the cops to come
I donât know if heâs angel Cause angels donât do what he did He was hell bent to find the man behind All the whiskey scars I hid I never thought my day of justice Would come from a judge under his seat But I knew right then Iâd never get hit again when he said to me Wait in the truck Just wait in the truck
Whoa Have mercy on me Lord Have mercy on me Have mercy on me Lord
Itâs been sixty months And she still comes to to see me from time to time It was worth the price to see a brighter side of the girl I picked up that night And I might be here forever It ainât paradise thatâs true But itâs a whole hell of a lot better Than the place I sent him to
Wait in the truck Just wait in the truck Wait in the truck Just wait in the truck Have mercy on me lord Have mercy on me Have mercy on me Have mercy on me Wait in the truck Just wait in the truck Wait in the truck Just wait in the truck
People say Iâm podunk But I donât really care My grandpaâs mamaw lived right over there I spoon scale my perch Dirt stays on my shirt And If you canât dip in church in you canât dip anywhere
And My truckâs where my money goes Got buck blood on my Sunday clothes And directions to a Honey hole That Iâll never tell And I know itâs Redneck of me Letting moonshine get the best of me But Iâm unapologetically country as hell
I got a fridge full of beer freezer full of good aim if thereâs tire marks at the Walmart my Chevroletâs to blame My chickenâs more fried My dogs live outside Ever since George Jones died country ainât been the same
And My truckâs where my money goes Got buck blood on my Sunday clothes And directions to a Honey hole That Iâll never tell And I know itâs Redneck of me Letting moonshine get the best of me But Iâm unapologetically country as hell
Sorry I ainât sorry bout the way that I am I donât give a shit if you donât give a damn
And My truckâs where my money goes Got buck blood on my Sunday clothes And directions to a Honey hole That Iâll never tell And I know itâs Redneck of me Letting moonshine get the best of me But Iâm unapologetically country as hell
You can Blame it on my pedigree But I canât help my heredity Iâm unapologetically country as hell
LYRICS: Gold records on the sheetrock Not bad for a boy from Mississippi Yeah, I could buy a Maybach But I'm still in my F-150
And my last name Is a whole lot bigger than I thought it'd be A lotta things changed Except one thing, me
I'm still the same old redneck Fuck, don't give a damn Ain't afraid to throw a dead buck on my Instagram Grain alcohol in my cup Got the whole house Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out
Middle finger to the sky, buddy that's right I don't sprinkle Dixie Crystal on my half-time Keep your in crowd, I'll be the outcast I'll be country till I'm dead
That's on my last name Is a whole lot bigger than I thought it'd be A lotta things changed But if there's something you should know about me
I'm still thĐ” same old redneck Fuck, don't givĐ” a damn Ain't afraid to throw a dead buck on my Instagram Grain alcohol in my cup Got the whole house Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out
Middle finger to the sky till I'm gone and dead .44 in the Ford for the copperheads Alcohol in my cup Got the whole house Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out
Middle finger to the sky till I'm gone and dead .44 in the Ford for the copperheads Alcohol in my cup Got the whole house Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out
Lyrics: I filled up, maxed that discover Bought a can of snuff Dropped 10 for the cover Had 15 bucks to drink down my supper I was broke, boy She walked in the door lookin like a million Never seen her before but man I had a feelin Sheâs the kind if you swing and miss itâll leave you heart broke, boy
Funny what youâll do when you got nothing to lose So I counted to 3, eased on up and said
My truck is parked in the parking lot In the back seatâs a half full rack of beer Got a spot to stop and watch a star drop Whatcha say we get there and the hell outta here Then a yes turned into an all night kiss on the top of a dropped tailgate And man I couldnât help but think to myself Damn son you got some pretty good game for a broke boy (Broke boy, whiskey in your coke boy) (Broke boy, broke boy) got some pretty good game for a broke boy (Broke boy, broke boy, funny like a joke boy) (Broke boy, broke boy)
We woke up to the heat of that summer And that one night turned into 200 Now she tells me that she loves me right before she goes to bed And she wouldnât be saying that if I never said
My truck is parked in the parking lot In the back seatâs a half full rack of beer Got a spot to stop and watch a star drop Whatcha say we get there and the hell outta here Then a yes turned into an all night kiss on the top of a dropped tailgate And man I couldnât help but think to myself Damn son you got some pretty good game for a broke boy (Broke boy, whiskey in your coke boy) (Broke boy, broke boy) got some pretty good game for a broke boy (Broke boy, broke boy, funny like a joke boy) (Broke boy, broke boy)
Broke boy broke boy whiskey in your coke boy Shooting your shot like a 45 colt for Mississippi queen that deserves it all Whoda thought a right on the money honeyâd ever fall for a broke boy
My truck was parked in that parking lot Every one of them backseat beers got drank I didnât have a dime to my last name Aw but she took mine and I got the lord to thank That a yes turned into an all night kiss on the top of a dropped tailgate And man I couldnât help but think to myself Damn son you got some pretty good game for a broke boy
Broke boy broke boy whiskey in your coke boy Looking back now kinda funny like a joke boy Mississippi queen that deserves it all Whoda thought a right on the money honeyâd ever fall for a broke boy
Lyrics: I, woke up, to the 10 AM oâclock news They all said that the sky was falling That god was calling on the chosen few Said thereâs fire where there ainât water Said Thereâs poison in the air And I should be wishing for a little time to settle my scores But I donât wanna be here no more
Cause last night I drank that bar outta bottom shelf Came home told an angel to go to hell Made her cry let her pack her bags and tell Me sheâs Never coming back again Outside itâs turning itâs last turn But right now thatâs the least of my concerns Cause man I had it made And I threw it all away Guess it ainât a bad day for the world to end
Yeah I was gonna spend the rest of my days Kicking myself, drinking my weight in whiskey Just wishing the sun would quit shining talk about perfect timing
Cause last night I drank that bar outta bottom shelf Came home told an angel to go to hell Made her cry let her pack her bags and tell Me sheâs Never coming back again Outside itâs turning itâs last turn But right now thatâs the least of my concerns Cause man I had it made And I threw it all away Guess it ainât a bad day for the world to end
Let it end Before my eyes Let the mountains fall Let the water rise Cause itâs sinking in that sheâs history So it donât make a difference to me
Cause last night I drank that bar outta bottom shelf Came home told an angel to go to hell Made her cry let her pack her bags and tell Me sheâs Never coming back again Outside itâs turning itâs last turn But right now thatâs the least of my concerns Cause man I had it made And I threw it all away Guess it ainât a bad day for the world to end
http://vevo.ly/QpukAvHARDY - A ROCK (Behind The Scenes)HARDY2020-10-15 | Check out the BTS for the "A ROCK" music video now!
Listen to "A ROCK" here: hardy.ffm.to/arock.oyd Written by: Hardy, Jake Mitchell, Smith Ahnquist
Lyrics: When your mom and dad are ten feet tall You got a superhero poster on your wall Donât know the worlds full of greed and lust You just slide into third and ride the school bus Wrestling is real summer goes fast A dollar bill feels like a wad of cash Thereâs war and drugs and guns on hips But all youâre thinkin boutâs how far you can skip A rock, a rock, a rock
Then the wheels on your bike turn to gasoline get your first taste of love and nicotine Your heart gets broke your folks find your lighter You lose a few fights and learn you ainât a fighter You know whatâs wrong and you know whatâs right But you wanna be cool on a Friday night Somebody puts a bottle in front of your face For the first time youâre stuck between a hard place and a rock A Rock, a rock
La da da da da da (3x) Yeah
Then youâre paying bills and youâre working hard And youâre with your friends at the local bar Hook up with someone tell em how ya feel And Just like that itâs something real Then you meet their mom and you meet their dad Start having thoughts that ya never had Like thatâs the kinda thing worth waking up for Next thing you know youâre saving up For a rock (yeah), a rock, a rock
And one day your breath costs life itself Your book gets hung on heavenâs shelf They say a few words like itâs a damn shame Then they lay you down and they write your name On a rock, a rock, a rock
Yeah weâre all just living life on a rock Weâre all just living life on a rock Weâre all just living life on a rock Weâre all just living life on a rock Said weâre all just living life on a rock Weâre all just living life on a rock Weâre all just living life on a rock Weâre all just living life on a rock yeah
Lyrics: Where ya at Cold beer sipper Camoâd out Little Skoal mint dipper Chicken liver catfish lip ripper Patch on ya shirt witcha daddyâs name Where ya at Carhartt king Riding round witcha Marlboro queen Making a BIG LOUD mapco scene With a cloud of smoke when you drive away
Yeah thereâs rednecks in the north Hell thereâs rednecks in the south And we all got some kinda twang Little country slang coming out our mouth Stacking bails, spraying the Stetson Raising hell but saying the blessing I know youâre out there Toting a shotgun, I just got one little question
Chorus Where ya at? Oklahoma To Winona, Mississippi Where ya at? Macon, Georgia California, Bossier City Country pride is country wide Yeah we all climbing that podunk ladder So put ya long neck up If ya got a little hick in ya blood Then really donât matter Where ya at Where ya at
Iâm talking moonshine making Conway cranking Neon chasing folks You know them diesel driving Country boy surviving Clampetts coast to coast
Let ya cross tattoo and your colors show Yâall I just wanna know
Where ya at? Oklahoma To Winona, Mississippi Where ya at? Macon, Georgia California, Bossier City Country pride is country wide Yeah we all climbing that podunk ladder So put ya long neck up If ya got a little hick in ya blood Then really donât matter Where ya at Where ya at
To the United States of America If youâre ready to get lit on a Friday night If youâre a hard working country music loving fried tomato eating shirt off your back giving salt of the earth bad mother fucker I just wanna know one thing
http://vevo.ly/OuOCUeHARDY - A ROCK (Official Music Video)HARDY2020-09-04 | Watch the official music video for "A ROCK" now!
Listen to "A ROCK" here: hardy.ffm.to/arock.oyd Written by: Hardy, Jake Mitchell, Smith Ahnquist
Lyrics: When your mom and dad are ten feet tall You got a superhero poster on your wall Donât know the worlds full of greed and lust You just slide into third and ride the school bus Wrestling is real summer goes fast A dollar bill feels like a wad of cash Thereâs war and drugs and guns on hips But all youâre thinkin boutâs how far you can skip A rock, a rock, a rock
Then the wheels on your bike turn to gasoline get your first taste of love and nicotine Your heart gets broke your folks find your lighter You lose a few fights and learn you ainât a fighter You know whatâs wrong and you know whatâs right But you wanna be cool on a Friday night Somebody puts a bottle in front of your face For the first time youâre stuck between a hard place and a rock A Rock, a rock
La da da da da da (3x) Yeah
Then youâre paying bills and youâre working hard And youâre with your friends at the local bar Hook up with someone tell em how ya feel And Just like that itâs something real Then you meet their mom and you meet their dad Start having thoughts that ya never had Like thatâs the kinda thing worth waking up for Next thing you know youâre saving up For a rock (yeah), a rock, a rock
And one day your breath costs life itself Your book gets hung on heavenâs shelf They say a few words like itâs a damn shame Then they lay you down and they write your name On a rock, a rock, a rock
Yeah weâre all just living life on a rock Weâre all just living life on a rock Weâre all just living life on a rock Weâre all just living life on a rock Said weâre all just living life on a rock Weâre all just living life on a rock Weâre all just living life on a rock Weâre all just living life on a rock yeah
(La da da da da da (3x)) (La da da da da da (3x))
http://vevo.ly/GzrDGqONE BEER (feat. Lauren Alaina, Devin Dawson) (A ROCK BREAKDOWN)HARDY2020-09-04 | Listen to "ONE BEER" (HARDY feat. Lauren Alaina and Devin Dawson) now!
Lyrics: 17 In A Small Town, Week Knees In A CVS Door Locked In The Bathroom Whatâs It Gonna Be Waiting On That Test Never Thought That Theyâd Be Putting Those Life Plans On The Shelf Couple American Babies Raising One Up Their Self
One Beer Turns Into A Lit Cigarette Burning Into A Two Beer Buzz Three Beers Turns Into Five Then Six Then A Love Drunk Kiss In The Back Of That Truck Just Like That Everything Rearranges Life Changes Out Of The Blue Itâs Just A Bud Light But Ainât It Funny What One Beer Can Turn Into
Sesame Street On The TV Race Car Rolling On A Cardboard Bridge Crayon Stick Figure Family Stuck Right There Front Center On The Fridge Flashback To Two Pink Lines Whole Buncha Praying And Doubting Felt Like The End Of The World Now The World Donât Spin Without Him
One Beer Turns Into A Lit Cigarette Burning Into A Two Beer Buzz Three Beers Turns Into Five Then Six Then A Love Drunk Kiss In The Back Of That Truck Just Like That Everything Rearranges Life Changes Out Of The Blue Itâs Just A Bud Light But Ainât It Funny What One Beer Can Turn Into
A Boy And A Girl And A Three On The Tree K.I.S.S.I.N.G First Comes Lust Then A Shotgun Marriage Six Months Later Comes A Baby In A Carriage You Know What Yâall, You Know What Yâall The Whole Thing Started With Some Alcohol The Whole Thing Started With Some Alcohol
One Beer Turns Into A Lit Cigarette Burning Into A Two Beer Buzz Three Beers Turns Into Five Then Six Then A Love Drunk Kiss In The Back Of That Truck Just Like That Everything Rearranges Life Changes Out Of The Blue Itâs Just A Bud Light But Ainât It Funny What One Beer Can Turn Into
A Boy And A Girl And A Three On The Tree K.I.S.S.I.N.G First Comes Lust Then A Shotgun Marriage Six Months Later Comes A Baby In A Carriage Thatâs Not All, Thatâs Not All Here We Go Again Drinking Alcohol
#HARDY #OneBeer
http://vevo.ly/fiPIP9HARDY - SO CLOSE (feat. Ashland Craft) (A ROCK BREAKDOWN)HARDY2020-09-04 | Listen to "SO CLOSE" ft. Ashland Craft (Live) now!
Lyrics: I, woke up, to the 10 AM oâclock news They all said that the sky was falling That god was calling on the chosen few Said thereâs fire where there ainât water Said Thereâs poison in the air And I should be wishing for a little time to settle my scores But I donât wanna be here no more
Cause last night I drank that bar outta bottom shelf Came home told an angel to go to hell Made her cry let her pack her bags and tell Me sheâs Never coming back again Outside itâs turning itâs last turn But right now thatâs the least of my concerns Cause man I had it made And I threw it all away Guess it ainât a bad day for the world to end
Yeah I was gonna spend the rest of my days Kicking myself, drinking my weight in whiskey Just wishing the sun would quit shining talk about perfect timing
Cause last night I drank that bar outta bottom shelf Came home told an angel to go to hell Made her cry let her pack her bags and tell Me sheâs Never coming back again Outside itâs turning itâs last turn But right now thatâs the least of my concerns Cause man I had it made And I threw it all away Guess it ainât a bad day for the world to end
Let it end Before my eyes Let the mountains fall Let the water rise Cause itâs sinking in that sheâs history So it donât make a difference to me
Cause last night I drank that bar outta bottom shelf Came home told an angel to go to hell Made her cry let her pack her bags and tell Me sheâs Never coming back again Outside itâs turning itâs last turn But right now thatâs the least of my concerns Cause man I had it made And I threw it all away Guess it ainât a bad day for the world to end
Lyrics: When your mom and dad are ten feet tall You got a superhero poster on your wall Donât know the worlds full of greed and lust You just slide into third and ride the school bus Wrestling is real summer goes fast A dollar bill feels like a wad of cash Thereâs war and drugs and guns on hips But all youâre thinkin boutâs how far you can skip A rock, a rock, a rock
Then the wheels on your bike turn to gasoline get your first taste of love and nicotine Your heart gets broke your folks find your lighter You lose a few fights and learn you ainât a fighter You know whatâs wrong and you know whatâs right But you wanna be cool on a Friday night Somebody puts a bottle in front of your face For the first time youâre stuck between a hard place and a rock A Rock, a rock
La da da da da da (3x) Yeah
Then youâre paying bills and youâre working hard And youâre with your friends at the local bar Hook up with someone tell em how ya feel And Just like that itâs something real Then you meet their mom and you meet their dad Start having thoughts that ya never had Like thatâs the kinda thing worth waking up for Next thing you know youâre saving up For a rock (yeah), a rock, a rock
And one day your breath costs life itself Your book gets hung on heavenâs shelf They say a few words like itâs a damn shame Then they lay you down and they write your name On a rock, a rock, a rock
Yeah weâre all just living life on a rock Weâre all just living life on a rock Weâre all just living life on a rock Weâre all just living life on a rock Said weâre all just living life on a rock Weâre all just living life on a rock Weâre all just living life on a rock Weâre all just living life on a rock yeah
Lyrics: I know youâre homesick I know youâre missing that place This cityâs breaking you down I can see it all over your face Donât get me wrong girl I love the simple in you You gotta go where ya gotta go You gotta do what you gotta do
But when you do
I hope you hate your hometown Every brick every acre Hope they shut all the bars down Renamed all the streets I hope it looks like a ghost town And you feel like a stranger Then you turn your car around Get pissed off and leave I hope you hate your hometown Then come back to me
I hope that welcome sign says Get the hell outta here hope all your friends moved off And memory lane disappeared I donât mean to sound mean I mean well at the end of the day Just know I love you when I say
I hope you hate your hometown Every brick every acre Hope they shut all the bars down Renamed all the streets I hope it looks like a ghost town And you feel like a stranger Then you turn your car around Get pissed off and leave I hope you hate your hometown Then come back to me
Come back to me Tell me you miss me Say nothingâs the same And home is here with me I ainât tryna be that guy But if you ever went back I Think it would kill me It would kill me
I hope you hate your hometown Every brick every acre Hope they shut all the bars down Renamed all the streets I hope it looks like a ghost town And you feel like a stranger Then you turn your car around Get pissed off and leave I hope you hate your hometown Then come back to me