If it's cleaned up, shined up, pedal down on main
You can bet he's pickin' up some pretty country thing
If it's covered up in red mud with a worn-out WARN winch
There's a good chance that that man is a pretty damn good friend
If there's horns in the back, there's a gun in the front
If there's dents on the side, he ain't scared of nothin'
And if a twelve pack's in the passenger seat
Well, he probably worked his ass off all week
Yeah, somewhere way out there in any given town
There's a red, white, and blue collared drivin' his around
Turnin' heads and burnin' tread and stirrin' up dust clouds
Like a shine-haulin' outlaw, yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout
His truck, his dash, the county on his tag
The songs on his radio, the stickers on his glass
From four-bys to two-bys, it's true you can't judge
A book by its cover, but you can judge a country boy by his truck
If there's a silver cross hangin' off his dusty old rearview
It's safe to say he's found amazin' grace a time or two
If there's numbers on the back, '92 to 2012
Bet there's stories 'bout his best friend that he can barely tell
'Cause he misses him like hell
Somewhere way out there in any given town
There's a red, white, and blue collared drivin' his around
Turnin' heads and burnin' tread and stirrin' up dust clouds
Like a shine-haulin' outlaw, yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout
His truck, his dash, the county on his tag
The songs on his radio, the stickers on his glass
From four-bys to two-bys, it's true you can't judge
A book by its cover, but you can judge a country boy by his truck
If there's horns in the back, there's a gun in the front
If there's dents on the side, he ain't scared of nothin'
And if a twelve pack's in the passenger seat
Yeah, well, he probably worked his ass off all week
Yeah, somewhere way out there in any given town
There's a red, white, and blue collared drivin' his around
Turnin' heads and burnin' tread and stirrin' up dust clouds
Like a shine-haulin' outlaw, yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout
His truck, his dash, the county on his tag
The songs on his radio, the stickers on his glass
From four-bys to two-bys, it's true you can't judge
A book by its cover, but you can judge a country boy by his truck
(If there's horns in the back, there's a gun in the front
If there's dents on the side)
Yeah, you can judge a country boy by his truck
(If there's horns in the back, there's a gun in the front)
You can't judge (if there's dents on the side)
A book by its cover, but you can judge a country boy by his truck
Hardy - A Rock Album Lyrics
Hardy - A Rock Lyrics
Writer: Benjamin Joel Johnson, Hunter Phelps, Michael Hardy
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
BOYFRIEND
I don't wanna be your boyfriend anymore
I'm tired of talkin' 'bout babies and diamond rings
And I'm so sick of driving clear across town every night from my place to yours, girl
I don't wanna be your boyfriend anymore
Yeah, I been thinkin' a lot
'Bout goin' all-in on what we got
I got my eye on a twenty-acre spot
With a fence in the dirt, yeah, but first, girl
I wanna call up your dad
Spend all of my coffee can cash
And ask you, "What's it gon' be?"
Puttin' one knee on the floor
'Cause I don't wanna be your boyfriend anymore
Yeah, I don't wanna have to wonder what it's like
To hear you introduce yourself with my last name
To see you floatin' down some outta town church all dressed in white, girl
I don't wanna have to wonder what it's like
Yeah, I been thinkin' a lot
'Bout goin' all-in on what we got
I got my eye on a twenty-acre spot
With a fence in the dirt, yeah, but first, girl
I wanna call up your dad
Spend all of my coffee can cash
And ask you, "What's it gon' be?"
Puttin' one knee on the floor
'Cause I don't wanna be your boyfriend anymore, yeah
Oh
Anymore, yeah, yeah
Yeah I wanna get too sunburned with you
All-inclusive in Hawaii
Right after I say my vows and kiss ya
Like no one else is watching
In front of God and everybody
Yeah, I been thinking a lot
'Bout goin' all-in on what we got
I got my eye on a twenty-acre spot
With a fence in the dirt, yeah, but first, girl
I wanna call up your dad
Spend all of my coffee can cash
And ask you, "What's it gon' be?"
Puttin' one knee on the floor
'Cause I don't wanna be your boyfriend anymore
I don't wanna be your boyfriend anymore, yeah, yeah
I don't wanna be your boyfriend anymore
I'm tired of talkin' 'bout babies and diamond rings
And I'm so sick of driving clear across town every night from my place to yours, girl
I don't wanna be your boyfriend anymore
Yeah, I been thinkin' a lot
'Bout goin' all-in on what we got
I got my eye on a twenty-acre spot
With a fence in the dirt, yeah, but first, girl
I wanna call up your dad
Spend all of my coffee can cash
And ask you, "What's it gon' be?"
Puttin' one knee on the floor
'Cause I don't wanna be your boyfriend anymore
Yeah, I don't wanna have to wonder what it's like
To hear you introduce yourself with my last name
To see you floatin' down some outta town church all dressed in white, girl
I don't wanna have to wonder what it's like
Yeah, I been thinkin' a lot
'Bout goin' all-in on what we got
I got my eye on a twenty-acre spot
With a fence in the dirt, yeah, but first, girl
I wanna call up your dad
Spend all of my coffee can cash
And ask you, "What's it gon' be?"
Puttin' one knee on the floor
'Cause I don't wanna be your boyfriend anymore, yeah
Oh
Anymore, yeah, yeah
Yeah I wanna get too sunburned with you
All-inclusive in Hawaii
Right after I say my vows and kiss ya
Like no one else is watching
In front of God and everybody
Yeah, I been thinking a lot
'Bout goin' all-in on what we got
I got my eye on a twenty-acre spot
With a fence in the dirt, yeah, but first, girl
I wanna call up your dad
Spend all of my coffee can cash
And ask you, "What's it gon' be?"
Puttin' one knee on the floor
'Cause I don't wanna be your boyfriend anymore
I don't wanna be your boyfriend anymore, yeah, yeah
I don't wanna be your boyfriend anymore
Writer: Andy Albert, Michael Hardy, Zach Abend
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
GIVE HEAVEN SOME HELL
Can't believe that you got me in a suit and tie
I had to take a pull so I wouldn't cry
You got a line out the church door sayin' goodbye
Yeah, I believe 'em when they say you're in a better place
You had a wild side but you had amazing grace
I know you're way off up in them clouds
But if you could still hear me right now
I hope you hit those gold streets on two wheels
I hope your mansion in the sky's got a ten acre field
With some mud and some hubs you can lock in
Make some thunder, make 'em wonder how you got in
Hide your beer, hide your clear from the man upstairs
Crank it loud, hold it down 'til I get there
And when I do, I hope you got some new stories to tell
'Til then, give Heaven some hell
I bet you're lookin' for a crew like we had
Bunch of noise makin' boys that like to live fast
Burnin' rubber in a parkin' lot
Man, I don't know if the other side's ready or not, but
I hope you hit those gold streets on two wheels
I hope your mansion in the sky's got a ten acre field
With some mud and some hubs you can lock in
Make some thunder, make 'em wonder how you got in
Hide your beer, hide your clear from the man upstairs
Crank it loud, hold it down 'til I get there
And when I do, I hope you got some new stories to tell
'Til then, give Heaven some hell
I was there when you raised your hand
Heads bowed, singing just as I am
Walkin' that aisle, prayin' that prayer
Man, it ain't right but if you gotta be there
I hope you hit those gold streets on two wheels
Hope your mansion in the sky's got a ten acre field
With some mud and some hubs you can lock in
Make some thunder, make 'em wonder how you got in
Hide your beer, hide your clear from the man upstairs
Crank it loud, hold it down 'til I get there
And when I do, I hope you got some new stories to tell
'Til then, give Heaven some hell, yeah
I was there when you raised your hand (oh)
Heads bowed, singing just as I am
Man, it ain't right, man, it ain't fair
I'll see you again
But 'til then, give Heaven some hell
I had to take a pull so I wouldn't cry
You got a line out the church door sayin' goodbye
Yeah, I believe 'em when they say you're in a better place
You had a wild side but you had amazing grace
I know you're way off up in them clouds
But if you could still hear me right now
I hope you hit those gold streets on two wheels
I hope your mansion in the sky's got a ten acre field
With some mud and some hubs you can lock in
Make some thunder, make 'em wonder how you got in
Hide your beer, hide your clear from the man upstairs
Crank it loud, hold it down 'til I get there
And when I do, I hope you got some new stories to tell
'Til then, give Heaven some hell
I bet you're lookin' for a crew like we had
Bunch of noise makin' boys that like to live fast
Burnin' rubber in a parkin' lot
Man, I don't know if the other side's ready or not, but
I hope you hit those gold streets on two wheels
I hope your mansion in the sky's got a ten acre field
With some mud and some hubs you can lock in
Make some thunder, make 'em wonder how you got in
Hide your beer, hide your clear from the man upstairs
Crank it loud, hold it down 'til I get there
And when I do, I hope you got some new stories to tell
'Til then, give Heaven some hell
I was there when you raised your hand
Heads bowed, singing just as I am
Walkin' that aisle, prayin' that prayer
Man, it ain't right but if you gotta be there
I hope you hit those gold streets on two wheels
Hope your mansion in the sky's got a ten acre field
With some mud and some hubs you can lock in
Make some thunder, make 'em wonder how you got in
Hide your beer, hide your clear from the man upstairs
Crank it loud, hold it down 'til I get there
And when I do, I hope you got some new stories to tell
'Til then, give Heaven some hell, yeah
I was there when you raised your hand (oh)
Heads bowed, singing just as I am
Man, it ain't right, man, it ain't fair
I'll see you again
But 'til then, give Heaven some hell
Writer: Ashley Gorley, Hunter Phelps, Michael Hardy, Benjamin Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
BOOTS
I woke up in my boots this mornin'
Fell asleep in my boots last night
Had a feeling that I'd run out of warnings
Girl, I couldn't have been more right
My only suitcase
It's by the front door
That look on your face
Says you don't want me no more
There's no use in talkin'
This time you mean it
You're sendin' me walkin'
Well, what a convenience
'Cause, I woke up in my boots this mornin'
Fell asleep in my boots last night
Had a feeling that I'd run out of warnings
Girl, I couldn't have been more right
And I knew I wouldn't have to take the time
Puttin' 'em back on when I'm sober
Yeah, I knew you'd be pissed off over me
And I'd just be hungover
Girl, I knew I'd open my eyes
In a house fit for a dog
Knew I'd need 'em come the daylight
So I didn't even take 'em off, naw
I woke up in my boots this mornin'
Yeah, we were past the point of fightin'
There'd be a curb you'd kick me to
I made it easy on me girl
But I made it easier on you
Can't hide the truth yeah
We both knew that it was comin'
So, I woke up in my boots this mornin'
I woke up in my boots this mornin'
I woke up in my boots this mornin'
'Cause I went out and got drunk last night
Had a feeling that I'd run out of warnings
So I said, "What the hell," and kissed us goodbye
And I knew I wouldn't have to take the time
Puttin' 'em back on when I'm sober
Yeah, I knew you'd be pissed off over me
And I'd just be hungover
Girl, I knew I'd open my eyes
In a house fit for a dog
Knew I'd need 'em come the daylight
So I didn't even take 'em off, no
No, I didn't even take 'em off, yeah
I woke up in my boots this mornin'
Yeah
I woke up in my boots this mornin'
Fell asleep in my boots last night
Had a feeling that I'd run out of warnings
Girl, I couldn't have been more right
My only suitcase
It's by the front door
That look on your face
Says you don't want me no more
There's no use in talkin'
This time you mean it
You're sendin' me walkin'
Well, what a convenience
'Cause, I woke up in my boots this mornin'
Fell asleep in my boots last night
Had a feeling that I'd run out of warnings
Girl, I couldn't have been more right
And I knew I wouldn't have to take the time
Puttin' 'em back on when I'm sober
Yeah, I knew you'd be pissed off over me
And I'd just be hungover
Girl, I knew I'd open my eyes
In a house fit for a dog
Knew I'd need 'em come the daylight
So I didn't even take 'em off, naw
I woke up in my boots this mornin'
Yeah, we were past the point of fightin'
There'd be a curb you'd kick me to
I made it easy on me girl
But I made it easier on you
Can't hide the truth yeah
We both knew that it was comin'
So, I woke up in my boots this mornin'
I woke up in my boots this mornin'
I woke up in my boots this mornin'
'Cause I went out and got drunk last night
Had a feeling that I'd run out of warnings
So I said, "What the hell," and kissed us goodbye
And I knew I wouldn't have to take the time
Puttin' 'em back on when I'm sober
Yeah, I knew you'd be pissed off over me
And I'd just be hungover
Girl, I knew I'd open my eyes
In a house fit for a dog
Knew I'd need 'em come the daylight
So I didn't even take 'em off, no
No, I didn't even take 'em off, yeah
I woke up in my boots this mornin'
Yeah
I woke up in my boots this mornin'
Writer: David Garcia, Hillary Lindsey, Michael Hardy
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
WHERE YA AT
Where ya at, cold beer sipper?
Camo'd out, little Skoal mint dipper
Chicken liver catfish lip ripper
Patch on your shirt with your daddy's name
Where ya at, Carhartt king?
Ridin' around with your Marlboro queen
Making a big loud Mapco scene
With a cloud of smoke when you drive away
Yeah, there's rednecks in the north
Hell, there's rednecks in the south
And we all got some kinda twang
Little country slang coming out our mouth
Stacking bales, spraying the Stetson
Raisin' hell but saying the blessin'
I know you're out there toting a shotgun
I just got one little question
Where ya at?
Oklahoma to Winona, Mississippi
Where ya at?
Macon, Georgia, California, Bossier City
Country pride is country wide
Yeah, we all climbin' that podunk ladder
So put your long neck up
If you got a little hick in your blood
Then it really don't matter where ya at
Aw, where ya at
I'm talkin' moonshine makin'
Conway crankin'
Neon chasing folks (y'all know what I'm talkin' 'bout right?)
You know them diesel drivin'
Country boy survivin'
Clampetts coast to coast
Let your cross tattoo and your colors show
Y'all, 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 climbin' that podunk ladder
So put your long neck up
If you got a little hick in your blood
Then it really don't matter where ya at
Where ya at?
To the United States of America
If you're ready to get lit on a Friday night
If you're a hard working, country music loving, fried tomato eating
Shirt off your back giving, salt of the earth, bad motherf*cker
I just wanna know one thing
Where you at?
Where ya at?
Oklahoma to Winona, Mississippi
Where ya at?
Macon, Georgia, California, Bossier City
Country pride is country wide
Yeah, we all climbin' that podunk ladder
So put your long neck up
If you got a little hick in your blood
Then it really don't matter where ya at
Where ya at?
Camo'd out, little Skoal mint dipper
Chicken liver catfish lip ripper
Patch on your shirt with your daddy's name
Where ya at, Carhartt king?
Ridin' around with your Marlboro queen
Making a big loud Mapco scene
With a cloud of smoke when you drive away
Yeah, there's rednecks in the north
Hell, there's rednecks in the south
And we all got some kinda twang
Little country slang coming out our mouth
Stacking bales, spraying the Stetson
Raisin' hell but saying the blessin'
I know you're out there toting a shotgun
I just got one little question
Where ya at?
Oklahoma to Winona, Mississippi
Where ya at?
Macon, Georgia, California, Bossier City
Country pride is country wide
Yeah, we all climbin' that podunk ladder
So put your long neck up
If you got a little hick in your blood
Then it really don't matter where ya at
Aw, where ya at
I'm talkin' moonshine makin'
Conway crankin'
Neon chasing folks (y'all know what I'm talkin' 'bout right?)
You know them diesel drivin'
Country boy survivin'
Clampetts coast to coast
Let your cross tattoo and your colors show
Y'all, 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 climbin' that podunk ladder
So put your long neck up
If you got a little hick in your blood
Then it really don't matter where ya at
Where ya at?
To the United States of America
If you're ready to get lit on a Friday night
If you're a hard working, country music loving, fried tomato eating
Shirt off your back giving, salt of the earth, bad motherf*cker
I just wanna know one thing
Where you at?
Where ya at?
Oklahoma to Winona, Mississippi
Where ya at?
Macon, Georgia, California, Bossier City
Country pride is country wide
Yeah, we all climbin' that podunk ladder
So put your long neck up
If you got a little hick in your blood
Then it really don't matter where ya at
Where ya at?
Writer: David Garcia, Jessie Jo Dillon, Michael Hardy
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
AINT A BAD DAY
I woke up
To the 10 AM o'clock news
They all said that the sky was fallin'
That God was callin' on the chosen few
Said there's fire where there ain't water
Said there's poison in the air
And I should be wishin' for a little time to settle my scores
But I don't wanna be here no more
'Cause last night, I drank that bar out of bottom shelf
Came home, told an angel to go to hell
Made her cry, let her pack her bags
And tell me she's never comin' back again
Outside, it's turnin' its last turn
But right now, that's the least of my concerns
'Cause, man, I had it made and I threw it all away
Guess it ain't a bad day for the world to end
Yeah, I was gonna spend the rest of my days
Kickin' myself, drinkin' my weight in whiskey
Just wishin' the sun would quit shinin'
Talk about perfect timin'
'Cause last night, I drank that bar out of bottom shelf
Came home, told an angel to go to hell
Made her cry, let her pack her bags
And tell me she's never comin' back again
Outside, it's turnin' its last turn
But right now, that's the least of my concerns
'Cause, man, I had it made and I threw it all away
Guess it ain't a bad day for the world to end, yeah
So let it end before my eyes
Let the mountains fall, let the water rise
'Cause it's sinkin' in that she's history
So it don't make a difference to me
'Cause last night, I drank that bar out of bottom shelf
Came home, told an angel to go to hell
Made her cry, let her pack her bags
And tell me she's never comin' back again
Outside, it's turnin' its last turn
But right now, that's the least of my concerns
'Cause, man, I had it made and I threw it all away
Guess it ain't a bad day for the world to end
To the 10 AM o'clock news
They all said that the sky was fallin'
That God was callin' on the chosen few
Said there's fire where there ain't water
Said there's poison in the air
And I should be wishin' for a little time to settle my scores
But I don't wanna be here no more
'Cause last night, I drank that bar out of bottom shelf
Came home, told an angel to go to hell
Made her cry, let her pack her bags
And tell me she's never comin' back again
Outside, it's turnin' its last turn
But right now, that's the least of my concerns
'Cause, man, I had it made and I threw it all away
Guess it ain't a bad day for the world to end
Yeah, I was gonna spend the rest of my days
Kickin' myself, drinkin' my weight in whiskey
Just wishin' the sun would quit shinin'
Talk about perfect timin'
'Cause last night, I drank that bar out of bottom shelf
Came home, told an angel to go to hell
Made her cry, let her pack her bags
And tell me she's never comin' back again
Outside, it's turnin' its last turn
But right now, that's the least of my concerns
'Cause, man, I had it made and I threw it all away
Guess it ain't a bad day for the world to end, yeah
So let it end before my eyes
Let the mountains fall, let the water rise
'Cause it's sinkin' in that she's history
So it don't make a difference to me
'Cause last night, I drank that bar out of bottom shelf
Came home, told an angel to go to hell
Made her cry, let her pack her bags
And tell me she's never comin' back again
Outside, it's turnin' its last turn
But right now, that's the least of my concerns
'Cause, man, I had it made and I threw it all away
Guess it ain't a bad day for the world to end
Writer: Hunter Phelps, Jake Mitchell, Michael Hardy
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
ONE BEER
We're seventeen in this small town
Weak knees in a CVS
Door locked in the bathroom
What's it gonna be waitin' on that test?
Never thought that they'd be
Puttin' those life plans on the shelf
A couple American babies raisin' one up their self
One beer turns into a lit cigarette
Burnin' into a two beer buzz
Three beers turns into five and six
Then a love drunk kiss in the back of that truck
Just like that, everything rearranges
Life changes out of the blue
It's just a Bud Light, but ain't it funny
What one beer can turn into?
Sesame Street on the TV
A race car rollin' on a cardboard bridge
Crayon stick figure family
Stuck right there front center on the fridge
Flash back to two pink lines
A whole bunch of prayin' and doubtin'
Felt like the end of the world
Now the world don't spin without 'em (hey, yeah)
Oh, 'cause
One beer turns into a lit cigarette
Burnin' into a two beer buzz
Three beers turns into five and six
Then a love drunk kiss in the back of that truck
(In the back of that truck)
Just like that, everything rearranges
Life changes out of the blue
It's just a Bud Light, but ain't 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 the shotgun marriage
Six months later come a baby in a carriage
You know what, y'all? You know what, y'all?
The whole thing started with some alcohol
The whole thing started with some alcohol (hey, yeah)
One beer turns into a lit cigarette
Burnin' into a two beer buzz (into a two beer buzz)
Three beers turns into five and six
Then a love drunk kiss in the back of that truck
Just like that, everything rearranges
Life changes out of the blue
It's just a Bud Light, but ain't 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 (oh)
First comes lust, then the shotgun marriage
Six months later come a baby in a carriage
That's not all (nah), that's not all (nah)
Here we go again, drinkin' alcohol, yeah
Weak knees in a CVS
Door locked in the bathroom
What's it gonna be waitin' on that test?
Never thought that they'd be
Puttin' those life plans on the shelf
A couple American babies raisin' one up their self
One beer turns into a lit cigarette
Burnin' into a two beer buzz
Three beers turns into five and six
Then a love drunk kiss in the back of that truck
Just like that, everything rearranges
Life changes out of the blue
It's just a Bud Light, but ain't it funny
What one beer can turn into?
Sesame Street on the TV
A race car rollin' on a cardboard bridge
Crayon stick figure family
Stuck right there front center on the fridge
Flash back to two pink lines
A whole bunch of prayin' and doubtin'
Felt like the end of the world
Now the world don't spin without 'em (hey, yeah)
Oh, 'cause
One beer turns into a lit cigarette
Burnin' into a two beer buzz
Three beers turns into five and six
Then a love drunk kiss in the back of that truck
(In the back of that truck)
Just like that, everything rearranges
Life changes out of the blue
It's just a Bud Light, but ain't 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 the shotgun marriage
Six months later come a baby in a carriage
You know what, y'all? You know what, y'all?
The whole thing started with some alcohol
The whole thing started with some alcohol (hey, yeah)
One beer turns into a lit cigarette
Burnin' into a two beer buzz (into a two beer buzz)
Three beers turns into five and six
Then a love drunk kiss in the back of that truck
Just like that, everything rearranges
Life changes out of the blue
It's just a Bud Light, but ain't 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 (oh)
First comes lust, then the shotgun marriage
Six months later come a baby in a carriage
That's not all (nah), that's not all (nah)
Here we go again, drinkin' alcohol, yeah
Writer: Hilary Lindsay, Jake Mitchell, Michael Wilson Hardy
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
SO CLOSE
My body, your body up under the covers
Whiskey and wine mixed into each other
Salt on your skin like we're lost in the ocean
Tied in a knot, locked up in emotion
Wherever you were, girl, that's where you'd find me
One and the same like a shadow beside me
Day into night, yeah, night into day
Baby, needless to say
We were so close
To forever, like we never said goodbye
We were almost
On top of the world like a rocket in the sky
But we crashed hard
We can't say we were written in the stars
But damn, babe
We were so close
We were so close
Those tail lights faded out in the distance
Screamin' your name, but no one was listenin'
Now, there's a mountain between you and me
And it kills me knowin' that we
Were so close
To forever, like we never said goodbye
We were almost
On top of the world like a rocket in the sky
But we crashed hard
We can't say we were written in the stars
But damn, babe
We were so close
We were so close
We were so close
And who knows
Maybe, one day, we'll give it another try
'Cause God knows
There's gotta be a reason you and I
Were so close
To forever, like we never said goodbye
We were almost
On top of the world like a rocket in the sky
But we crashed hard
We can't say we were written in the stars
But damn, babe
We were so close
We were so close
We were so close
We were so close, baby (woo)
We were so close
Whiskey and wine mixed into each other
Salt on your skin like we're lost in the ocean
Tied in a knot, locked up in emotion
Wherever you were, girl, that's where you'd find me
One and the same like a shadow beside me
Day into night, yeah, night into day
Baby, needless to say
We were so close
To forever, like we never said goodbye
We were almost
On top of the world like a rocket in the sky
But we crashed hard
We can't say we were written in the stars
But damn, babe
We were so close
We were so close
Those tail lights faded out in the distance
Screamin' your name, but no one was listenin'
Now, there's a mountain between you and me
And it kills me knowin' that we
Were so close
To forever, like we never said goodbye
We were almost
On top of the world like a rocket in the sky
But we crashed hard
We can't say we were written in the stars
But damn, babe
We were so close
We were so close
We were so close
And who knows
Maybe, one day, we'll give it another try
'Cause God knows
There's gotta be a reason you and I
Were so close
To forever, like we never said goodbye
We were almost
On top of the world like a rocket in the sky
But we crashed hard
We can't say we were written in the stars
But damn, babe
We were so close
We were so close
We were so close
We were so close, baby (woo)
We were so close
Writer: Hillary Lee Lindsey, Mark L. Holman, Michael Hardy
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
BROKE BOY
I filled up, maxed that Discover
Bought a can of snuff, dropped ten for the cover
Had fifteen bucks to drink down my supper
I was broke, boy
Then she walked in the door, lookin' like a million
Never seen her before, but man, I had a feelin'
She's the kind if you swing and miss
It'll leave your heart broke, boy
Funny what you do when you got nothin' to lose
So I counted to three, eased on up and said
"My truck is parked in the parking lot
In the back seat's a half-full rack of beer
I 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 couldn't help but think to myself (damn)
Damn, son, you got some pretty good game for a broke boy
(Broke boy, broke boy, whiskey in your Coke, boy)
(Broke boy, broke boy)
You 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 two hundred
Now she tells me that she loves me right before she goes to bed
And she wouldn't be saying that if I never said
"My truck is parked in the parking lot
In the back seat's a half-full rack of beer
I 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 couldn't help but think to myself (damn)
Damn, son, you got some pretty good game for a broke boy
Broke boy, whiskey in your Coke, boy
Shootin' your shot like a .45 Colt
For a Mississippi queen that deserves it all
Who'd've thought a right-on-the-money honey'd ever fall for a broke boy
My truck was parked in that parking lot
Every one of them back seat beers got drank
I didn't have a dime to my last name
Aw, but she took mine and I got the Lord to thank
That "Yes" turned into an all-night kiss
On the top of a dropped tailgate
And man, I couldn't help but think to myself (damn)
Damn, son, you got some pretty good game for a broke boy
Broke boy, whiskey in your Coke, boy
Lookin' back now, kinda funny like a joke, boy
Mississippi queen that deserves it all
Who'd've thought a right-on-the-money honey'd ever fall for a broke boy
A right-on-the-money honey'd ever fall for a broke boy
Bought a can of snuff, dropped ten for the cover
Had fifteen bucks to drink down my supper
I was broke, boy
Then she walked in the door, lookin' like a million
Never seen her before, but man, I had a feelin'
She's the kind if you swing and miss
It'll leave your heart broke, boy
Funny what you do when you got nothin' to lose
So I counted to three, eased on up and said
"My truck is parked in the parking lot
In the back seat's a half-full rack of beer
I 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 couldn't help but think to myself (damn)
Damn, son, you got some pretty good game for a broke boy
(Broke boy, broke boy, whiskey in your Coke, boy)
(Broke boy, broke boy)
You 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 two hundred
Now she tells me that she loves me right before she goes to bed
And she wouldn't be saying that if I never said
"My truck is parked in the parking lot
In the back seat's a half-full rack of beer
I 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 couldn't help but think to myself (damn)
Damn, son, you got some pretty good game for a broke boy
Broke boy, whiskey in your Coke, boy
Shootin' your shot like a .45 Colt
For a Mississippi queen that deserves it all
Who'd've thought a right-on-the-money honey'd ever fall for a broke boy
My truck was parked in that parking lot
Every one of them back seat beers got drank
I didn't have a dime to my last name
Aw, but she took mine and I got the Lord to thank
That "Yes" turned into an all-night kiss
On the top of a dropped tailgate
And man, I couldn't help but think to myself (damn)
Damn, son, you got some pretty good game for a broke boy
Broke boy, whiskey in your Coke, boy
Lookin' back now, kinda funny like a joke, boy
Mississippi queen that deserves it all
Who'd've thought a right-on-the-money honey'd ever fall for a broke boy
A right-on-the-money honey'd ever fall for a broke boy
Writer: Brett Tyler Mikkelson, David Garcia, Michael Hardy
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
HATE YOUR HOMETOWN
I know you're homesick
I know you're missin' that place
This city's breaking' you down
I can see it all over your face
Don't get me wrong, girl
I love the simple in you
You gotta go where you 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
Rename 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
Oh, I hope that welcome sign says
"Get the hell outta here"
Hope all your friends moved off
And memory lane disappeared
I don't 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
Rename 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
Tell me you miss me
Say nothing's the same
And home is here with me
I ain't tryna be that guy
But if you ever went back I
Think it would kill me (kill me)
It would kill me
I hope you hate your hometown
Every brick, every acre
Hope they shut all the bars down
Rename 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 (hometown)
I hope you hate your hometown
Then come back to me
Baby, just come back to me
Just come back to me
I know you're missin' that place
This city's breaking' you down
I can see it all over your face
Don't get me wrong, girl
I love the simple in you
You gotta go where you 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
Rename 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
Oh, I hope that welcome sign says
"Get the hell outta here"
Hope all your friends moved off
And memory lane disappeared
I don't 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
Rename 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
Tell me you miss me
Say nothing's the same
And home is here with me
I ain't tryna be that guy
But if you ever went back I
Think it would kill me (kill me)
It would kill me
I hope you hate your hometown
Every brick, every acre
Hope they shut all the bars down
Rename 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 (hometown)
I hope you hate your hometown
Then come back to me
Baby, just come back to me
Just come back to me
Writer: David Garcia, Hillary Lindsey, Michael Hardy
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
UNAPOLOGETICALLY COUNTRY AS HELL
My truck's where my money goes
Got buck blood on my Sunday clothes
And directions to a honey hole that I'll never tell
And I know it's redneck of me
Lettin' moonshine get the best of me
But I'm unapologetically country as hell
People say I'm podunk but I don't really care
My grandpa's mama lived right over there
I spoon scale my perch, dirt stays on my shirt
And if you can't dip in church you can't dip anywhere
No, you can't
And my truck's where my money goes
Got buck blood on my Sunday clothes
And directions to a honey hole that I'll never tell
And I know it's redneck of me
Lettin' moonshine get the best of me
But I'm unapologetically country as hell
I got a fridge full of beer, freezer full of good aim
If there's tire marks at the Wal-Mart, my Chevrolet's to blame
My chicken's more fried, my dogs live outside
Ever since George Jones died, country ain't been the same
And my truck's where my money goes
Got buck blood on my Sunday clothes
And directions to a honey hole that I'll never tell
And I know it's redneck of me
Lettin' moonshine get the best of me
But I'm unapologetically country as hell
Sorry I ain't sorry 'bout the way that I am
I don't give a shit if you don't give a damn
'Cause my truck's where my money goes
Got buck blood on my Sunday clothes
And directions to a honey hole that I'll never tell
And I know it's redneck of me
Lettin' moonshine get the best of me
But I'm unapologetically country as hell
You can blame it on my pedigree
But I can't help my heredity
I'm unapologetically country, country as hell
Oh, country as hell, yeah
(My truck's where my money goes)
(Got buck blood on my Sunday clothes)
Country as hell
Oh, yeah
Got buck blood on my Sunday clothes
And directions to a honey hole that I'll never tell
And I know it's redneck of me
Lettin' moonshine get the best of me
But I'm unapologetically country as hell
People say I'm podunk but I don't really care
My grandpa's mama lived right over there
I spoon scale my perch, dirt stays on my shirt
And if you can't dip in church you can't dip anywhere
No, you can't
And my truck's where my money goes
Got buck blood on my Sunday clothes
And directions to a honey hole that I'll never tell
And I know it's redneck of me
Lettin' moonshine get the best of me
But I'm unapologetically country as hell
I got a fridge full of beer, freezer full of good aim
If there's tire marks at the Wal-Mart, my Chevrolet's to blame
My chicken's more fried, my dogs live outside
Ever since George Jones died, country ain't been the same
And my truck's where my money goes
Got buck blood on my Sunday clothes
And directions to a honey hole that I'll never tell
And I know it's redneck of me
Lettin' moonshine get the best of me
But I'm unapologetically country as hell
Sorry I ain't sorry 'bout the way that I am
I don't give a shit if you don't give a damn
'Cause my truck's where my money goes
Got buck blood on my Sunday clothes
And directions to a honey hole that I'll never tell
And I know it's redneck of me
Lettin' moonshine get the best of me
But I'm unapologetically country as hell
You can blame it on my pedigree
But I can't help my heredity
I'm unapologetically country, country as hell
Oh, country as hell, yeah
(My truck's where my money goes)
(Got buck blood on my Sunday clothes)
Country as hell
Oh, yeah
Writer: Jake Mitchell, Michael Hardy, Nick Donley, Smith Ahnquist
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
A ROCK
(Yeah)
(Are we ready?)
(Uh-huh)
When your mom and dad are ten feet tall
You got a superhero poster on your wall
Don't know the world's 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
There's war and drugs and guns on hips
But all you're thinkin' 'bout's 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 ain't a fighter
You know what's wrong and you know what's right
But you wanna be cool on a Friday night
Somebody puts a bottle in front of your face
For the first time you're stuck between a hard place and a rock
A rock
A rock
La-da-da-da, da-da
La-da-da-da, da-da
La-da-da-da, da-da
Yeah
Then you're paying bills and you're workin' hard
And you're with your friends at the local bar
Hook up with someone, tell 'em how you feel
And just like that it's something real
Then you meet their mom and you meet their dad
Start havin' thoughts that you never had
Like that's the kinda thing worth wakin' up for
Next thing you know you're savin' up for a rock, yeah
A rock
A rock
And one day your breath costs life itself
Your book gets hung on Heaven's shelf
They say a few words like it's a damn shame
Then they lay you down and they write your name on a rock
A rock
A rock
Yeah, we're all just livin' life on a rock
We're all just livin' life on a rock
We're all just livin' life on a rock
We're all just livin' life on a rock
Said we're all just livin' life on a rock
We're all just livin' life on a rock
We're all just livin' life on a rock
Yeah, we're all just livin' life on a rock, yeah
La-da-da-da, da-da
La-da-da-da, da-da
La-da-da-da, da-da
La-da-da-da, da-da
La-da-da-da, da-da
La-da-da-da, da-da
(Are we ready?)
(Uh-huh)
When your mom and dad are ten feet tall
You got a superhero poster on your wall
Don't know the world's 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
There's war and drugs and guns on hips
But all you're thinkin' 'bout's 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 ain't a fighter
You know what's wrong and you know what's right
But you wanna be cool on a Friday night
Somebody puts a bottle in front of your face
For the first time you're stuck between a hard place and a rock
A rock
A rock
La-da-da-da, da-da
La-da-da-da, da-da
La-da-da-da, da-da
Yeah
Then you're paying bills and you're workin' hard
And you're with your friends at the local bar
Hook up with someone, tell 'em how you feel
And just like that it's something real
Then you meet their mom and you meet their dad
Start havin' thoughts that you never had
Like that's the kinda thing worth wakin' up for
Next thing you know you're savin' up for a rock, yeah
A rock
A rock
And one day your breath costs life itself
Your book gets hung on Heaven's shelf
They say a few words like it's a damn shame
Then they lay you down and they write your name on a rock
A rock
A rock
Yeah, we're all just livin' life on a rock
We're all just livin' life on a rock
We're all just livin' life on a rock
We're all just livin' life on a rock
Said we're all just livin' life on a rock
We're all just livin' life on a rock
We're all just livin' life on a rock
Yeah, we're all just livin' life on a rock, yeah
La-da-da-da, da-da
La-da-da-da, da-da
La-da-da-da, da-da
La-da-da-da, da-da
La-da-da-da, da-da
La-da-da-da, da-da
Writer: Jake Mitchell, Michael Hardy, Smith Ahnquist
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
A Rock (stylized in all caps) is the debut studio album by American country music singer Hardy, released on September 4, 2020, via Big Loud Records.
Joey Moi and Derek Wells produced the entire album, with co-production from David Garcia on "Where Ya At" and from Jake Mitchell on "Unapologetically Country as Hell" and the title track.
The album is a followup to Hardy's EP Hixtape, Vol. 1. "One Beer", featuring Devin Dawson and Lauren Alaina, is the lead single.
Performed By:
HardyJoey Moi and Derek Wells produced the entire album, with co-production from David Garcia on "Where Ya At" and from Jake Mitchell on "Unapologetically Country as Hell" and the title track.
The album is a followup to Hardy's EP Hixtape, Vol. 1. "One Beer", featuring Devin Dawson and Lauren Alaina, is the lead single.
Genre(s): Country, country rock
Producer(s): Joey Moi, Derek Wells, David Garcia, Jake Mitchell
Length: 42:01
Released: September 4th, 2020
Year: 2020