HARDY – COUNTRY! COUNTRY! Album Lyrics

Bedrooms In The Sky Lyrics by HARDY & Stephen Wilson Jr.

Concrete creeps, old trees fall
Whether we like it or not, the blacktops and parking lots are gonna cover it all
It might take a thousand years, hell, I pray it's even more
Oh, but eventually BFE won't be the country anymore

One of these days, a bomb's gonna drop, a rock's gonna hit, the grid'll go down
One of these days, we're all gonna crawl from a hole in the ground

And somebody's gonna learn how to hunt, somebody's gonna learn how to fish
Somebody's gonna turn some dirt, then pray for rain to feed a couple barefoot kids
You can build your bedrooms in the sky, you can swallow up my little town
When the shit hits the fan and the world's just land, country's gonna come back around

I'm talkin' 'bout a flint rock fire, a house built outta hand-cut boards
I'm talkin' no store for liquor, so you gotta go figure out how to make it outta corn

Then a bar and church goes up and a main street down
And just like that they're back livin' in a small town

Where somebody's gonna learn how to hunt, somebody's gonna learn how to fish
Somebody's gonna pray for rain, then raise some grain to feed a couple barefoot kids
You can build your bedrooms in the sky, you can swallow up my little town
But when the shit hits the fan and the world's just land, country's gonna come back around

With a chip on its shoulder, back for revenge
Until the concrete takes back over and it happens all over again
And when it happens all over again

Somebody's gonna learn how to hunt
Somebody's gonna learn how to fish
Somebody's gonna pray for rain, then raise some grain to feed a couple barefoot kids
You can build your bedrooms in the sky, you can swallow up my little town
But when the shit hits the fan and the world's just land, country's gonna come back around

Country's gonna come back around
Country's gonna come back around
It always does
It always does

Bottomland Lyrics by HARDY

Bury me in bottomland
With my Grandpa's rifle in my hand
Lord, just take me as I am
Bury me in bottomland

I am just a country boy
Where I come from didn't have no choice
But what I've done well or so I'm told
So baby, wear my watch, baby, sell my gold

And bury me in bottomland
With my Grandpa's rifle in my hand
Lord, just take me as I am
And bury me in bottomland

I don't care which box, don't care which stone
All I care's what I got on
Don't need no suit, don't need no tie
I don't wanna be hard to recognize

Bury me in bottomland
With my Grandpa's rifle in my hand
Lord, just take me as I am
And bury me in bottomland

I don't know if Heaven's got big tall pines
Or white tail bucks with ten inch tines
But if I get there and it looks like home
Them woods gonna be the first place I go

So bury me in bottomland
With my Grandpa's rifle in my hand
Lord, just take me as I am
And bury me in bottomland
And bury me in bottomland

Car That Drove You Away Lyrics by HARDY

I wish I was a car that drove you away
'Cause if I was, I'd slow you up and slam those brakes
Yeah, I'd break down before you got halfway to your momma's place
But if I can't be the car that drove you away

Then I wish I was a light in the center of town
'Cause if I was, I'd stay on red till your gas ran out
And have you killin' time in that old bar we used to close down
But if I can't be the car or the light in the center of town

Then I wish I was anything but the fool that I feel like
Anything but the guy that let you say goodbye
'Cause I know bein' me ain't gonna bring you back this time
So tonight, baby, I

I wish I was a drink you stopped in for
'Cause if I was, I'd be the strongest one they'd pour
And you'd be sippin' on your feelings, hopin' I'd walk through the door
But if I can't be the car or the light or the drink you stopped in for

Then I wish I was the band playin' in that bar
'Cause if I was, I wouldn't give a damn about that tip jar
And I'd only play the sad ones that cut right through your heart
But if I can't be the car or the light or the drink or the band in the bar

Then I wish I was anything but the fool that I feel like
Anything but the guy that let you say goodbye
'Cause I know bein' me ain't gonna bring you back this time
So tonight, baby, I

I wish I was the band you hear, the drink you need, the light you hit
If I can't be the man to get you to stay
Then I wish I was the car that drove you away

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Country Country Lyrics by HARDY

Another high-rise on the outskirts
Makin' all that hard hat noise
They got the concrete creepin' like a cottonmouth sneakin' too close for a good ol' boy
They turned a two to a four to a six lane
Turnin' barbed wire into walls
I'm just a cold-beer-drinkin' redneck, but I'm thinkin' I might know a way to fix it all

I'd take a wreckin' ball and knock it all down
Turn every too-big city to a small town
Put all them slicks in the sticks
Yeah, it might sound kinda funny
What if everybody got a dog and a truck and some farmland?
Rifle by the bed and a Bible on the nightstand
If it was up to me
I'd make the whole damn country country

I'm talkin' suppertime growin' in the backyard
Mandatory porch rockin' chairs
Make everybody work hard for their money so
Nobody goes and robs somebody for theirs
Saturday night, burn the fire like a sip off the 'shine
Sunday, sing a hymn, catch a brim on the line
Every map would be a bunch of dots
If it was my redneck ass callin' the shots

I'd take a wreckin' ball and knock it all down
Turn every too-big city to a small town
Put all them slicks in the sticks
Yeah, it might sound kinda funny
What if everybody got a dog and a truck and some farmland?
Rifle by the bed and a Bible on the nightstand
If it was up to me
I'd make the whole damn country country

Next time you lock your doors
Or when you gotta drive half an hour out of town to see a star up in the sky
Sittin' in traffic, catching hell from your boss
Tell me we wouldn't be better off

I'd take a, a wreckin' ball, knock it all down
Turn every too-big city to a small town
Put all them slicks in the sticks
Yeah, it might sound kinda funny
But what if everybody got a dog and a truck and some farmland?
Rifle by the bed and a Bible on the nightstand
If it was up to me
I'd make the whole damn country country

Country In Me Lyrics by HARDY

Maybe I could blame it on my daddy
Or something in the water in the Pinishook Creek
Keep the two percent jugs for the flatties
And a napkin in a cup, that's the country in me
Lay my hand on the Bible
Got my hand on my heart, oh say can ya see
Keep my bed by my rifle
Brother, that's the country in me

So paint my ole pine box in bottomland
Dig a big hole 'neath a red oak tree
Don't put me in a suit, just my old blue collar
Play some Jones when my bones go six feet deep
I might not show it, but I know where I'm going
And if I'ma be there for eternity
Save some acres in sticks
For this Mississippi kid
'Cause you'll never get rid of the country in me

If you think I'm full of shit, you're stepping in it
Take a look inside this camouflage 150
You gonna find you some shine and a bloody buck knife
For them rattlesnake rattles, that's the country in me

So paint my ole pine box in bottomland
Dig a big hole 'neath a red oak tree
Don't put me in a suit, just my old blue collar
Play some Jones when my bones go six feet deep
I might not show it, but I know where I'm going
And if I'ma be there for eternity
Save some acres in sticks
For this Mississippi kid
'Cause you'll never get rid of the country in me
Yeah, the country in me

Lay my hand on the Bible
Bet yo' ass I'm the last of a dying breed
Hey, why the hell would I hide it?
I'm proud of the country in me, yeah

So paint my ole pine box in bottomland
Dig a big hole 'neath a red oak tree
Don't put me in a suit, just my old blue collar
Play some Jones when my bones go six feet deep
I might not show it, but I know where I'm going
And if I'ma be there for eternity
Save some acres in sticks
For this Mississippi kid
'Cause you'll never get rid of the country in me

Dog Years Lyrics by HARDY

I was a blacktop traveler, an accident waiting to happen
Thank God you and your daddy pulled over and let that tailgate down
Never would I have imagined when you set me up in the back of that truck
I fell in the hands of a new best friend, looking back at it now

That was the best life I could ask for
Bruises and cuts and covered in mud
And feet up on the dashboard
Pickin' up girls, not a worry in the world
And you and me made a good team
You took me in when I didn't have a prayer
That was the best life I could ask for
Now that I'm looking back on those dog years

Something about those little things, flathead cats on a riverbank
Chasing white tail deer, stealin' your dad's beer, you'd pour a little on the ground for me
And who could forget that first kiss? Come to think of it, man, I'm sure I convinced her
When she asked if you were next after I laid one on her cheek

Yeah, that was the best life I could ask for
Bruises and cuts and covered in mud
And feet up on the dashboard
Pickin' up girls, not a worry in the world
And you and me made a good team
You took me in when I didn't have a prayer
That was the best life I could ask for
Now that I'm looking back on those dog years

And right now I know you're fightin' a lot of feelings, starin' at me
Knowin' this time when you scratch my head, it'll probably be the last
But if I could speak your language, all that I would do is thank you
For the best years, though they went by seven times too fast

That was the best life I could ask for
Bruises and cuts and covered in mud
And feet up on the dashboard
Pickin' up girls, not a worry in the world
And you and me made a good team
You took me in when I didn't have a prayer
That was the best life I could ask for
The best life I could ask for
The best life I could ask for
Now that I'm looking back on those dog years
All those dog years

Everybody Does Lyrics by HARDY

Not everybody drinks whiskey
Not everybody drinks beer
Some people Roll Tide
Some people Buckeye
Some Volunteer
Some have babies, some have none
Some preach peace, and some preach guns
Keep in their Ford or Chevrolet trucks for ducks and deer

Not everybody votes red
Not everybody votes blue
Some people smoke dope
Some people just smoke
And some just chew
So when I sit down with my six string
And try to write something that we can all sing
Half the time, there's only one thing I know to do

So excuse the hell out of me
If I can't quit goin' on about
Another goodbye, third rock, heartbeat
Another someone six feet in the ground
The world can't shake hands on a whole lot
But there's a whole lot of granite laid in the green
And all I'm sayin' is we can't run from it
But the man that's runnin' this music machine
Says "switch it up" and I'm tryin'
They're on my ass because
I got all these songs about dyin'
But it's the only thing that everybody does

Nobody knows
What's gonna take you down
All we know is passing on ain't a Hell we can go around
They say there ain't no money in them songs
But the guy that runs that funeral home's
Got a big ole house on a real nice side of town

So excuse the hell out of me
If I can't quit goin' on about
Another goodbye, third rock, heartbeat
Another someone six feet in the ground
The world can't shake hands on a whole lot
But there's a whole lot of granite laid in the green
And all I'm sayin' is we can't run from it
But the man that's runnin' this music machine
Says "switch it up" and I'm tryin'
They're on my ass because
I got all these songs about dyin'
But it's the only thing that everybody does

Favorite Country Song Lyrics by HARDY

'Summertime', 'Chicken Fried', 'Mama Tried'
'Country Boy', 'Country Boy Can Survive’
'Oh Marina', 'My Maria', and 'My Amy'
'Outskirts of Heaven' and 'Sinners Like Me'
Yeah they mighta lit a flame under these old boots
But they sure don't hold no candle to

North wind blowin’ through a patch of pines
Whippoorwills singin’ ‘bout summertime
Raindrops drummin’ on rusted tin
Flathead draggin’ out twenty pound Stren
Oh woah, strike up the fire
Somebody cue the crickets in the creekbank choir
Gotta get back ‘cause it's been too long
That's my favorite country song

Hounddog howling tryna track you down
Straight pipes hummin’ comin’ back from town
Grease in the skillet goin’ 'pop pop pop'
No you can't find that on an old jukebox
It's a John Deere clearin’ out a rye grass road
If you don't come from it then you probably don't know
Yeah you probably don't know ‘bout a

North wind blowin’ through a patch of pines
Whippoorwills singin’ ‘bout summertime
Raindrops drummin’ on rusted tin
Flathead draggin’ out twenty pound Stren
Oh woah, strike up the fire
Somebody cue the crickets in the creekbank choir
Gotta get back ‘cause it's been too long
That's my favorite country song

Oh Hallelujah I know it
That the good Lord wrote it
For a good ole boy like me
On the back porch sippin’
On a cold beer listenin’
To some home sweet harmony

'Bout a north wind blowin’ through a patch of pines
Whippoorwills singin’ ‘bout summertime
Raindrops drummin’ on rusted tin
Flathead draggin’ out twenty pound Stren like
Oh woah, strike up the fire
Somebody cue the crickets in the creekbank choir
Gotta get back ‘cause it's been too long
That's my favorite country song

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Girl With A Gun Lyrics by HARDY

Hey baby I'm glad you called me
Me and the whole crew are goin' out
Yeah there's gonna be girls at the party
But you ain't got a damn thing to worry 'bout
I know your worst fear is hearing that
Some chick had her lips all over me
Swear to God that's a line I would never pass
Not to mention I never wanna be

Standing on the front porch at midnight
Staring down the barrel of a .45
Saying hold on baby think about it first
Before you go and put me six in the dirt
There's been guys that ran around and found out
That ain't nothing but a headstone now
Yeah I couldn't 'cause I love you and I wouldn't 'cause I ain't that dumb
To cheat on a girl with a gun

Ooh a girl with a gun
That I gotcha that ya keep by your bedside
The one to keep away all the bad guys
You really think I'd teach you to shoot it
If I was gonna be the reason you'd use it

Standing on the front porch at midnight
Staring down the barrel of a .45
Saying hold on baby think about it first
Before you go and put me six in the dirt
There's been guys that ran around and found out
That ain't nothing but a headstone now
Yeah I couldn't 'cause I love you and I wouldn't 'cause I ain't that dumb
To cheat on a girl with a gun

I've done a lotta stupid shit in my life
But if didn't go home alone tonight
I don't know what would kill me first
The bullet or the tear in your eye

Standing on the front porch at midnight
Staring down the barrel of a .45
Saying hold on baby think about it first
Do you really want me six in the dirt
There's been guys that ran around and found out
That ain't nothing but a headstone now
Yeah I couldn't 'cause I love you and I wouldn't 'cause I ain't that dumb
To cheat on a girl with a gun

Goodbye Lyrics by HARDY

Baby, time's a Camaro, it ain't movin' no slower
I know it's rainin' like the devil, and we're whiskey hungover
It's been a hell of a work week, and there's ten thousand reasons
To stay wrapped in these warm sheets, but, baby girl, I've been thinkin'

Let's go to Paris, drink a beer on the roof
Hook up on some ferris wheel, and get matchin' tattoos
Crash an old money wedding, parachute from the sky
I wanna do it all 'cause, dammit, after all, unless we both go at the same time
One day, we'll say goodbye

Yeah, it already haunts me that I didn't hold your hand
On that short walk to coffee, Solana beach in the sand
So, baby, put on your best dress, the one that knocks me to the ground
I don't wanna look back just wishin' that we did but we didn't, I'll buy that ticket right now

Let's go to Paris, drink a beer on the roof
Hook up on some ferris wheel, and get matchin' tattoos
Crash an old money wedding, parachute from the sky
I wanna do it all 'cause, dammit, after all, unless we both go at the same time
One day, oh baby, we'll say goodbye

No matter how hard we try
One of us is gonna have to pick up flowers, sit alone by a stone and cry
And I'll be damned if regret's what I think when I think of us
I need a heart full of memories, not it breakin' 'cause we didn't go to Paris

So let's go to Paris, drink a beer on the roof
Hook up on some ferris wheel, and get matchin' tattoos
Crash an old money wedding, parachute from the sky
I wanna do it all 'cause, dammit, after all, unless we both go at the same time
One day, we'll say goodbye
One day, we'll say goodbye

Gun To My Head Lyrics by HARDY

Lookin' out on the hardwood hollers and hills
Hollers and hills
Every day's a good day to be alive
Be alive
Lost in the song from a whippoorwill
Stars pokin' holes through an amber sky
Amber sky

They say the lights in New York shine pretty
You outta see 'em 'fore they lay you down
But I know God didn't make no city
Me and Him got a deal worked out

So you can put a gun to my head, throw me to the ground
Say, "Take your last breath, or leave right now"
Just climb on up in this Cadillac
Wave goodbye and don't ever look back
You can put that cold Colt .45 steel to my temple
Draw a hard line, but man, it's real simple
This born-in-it boy wouldn't give up the country with a gun to my head
Over my dead body
Over my dead body
Over my dead body
Over my dead body

My old man didn't break his back
For me to throw my hands up and throw it away
I don't think that I could ever live with that
Four generations rollin' over in their grave

So you can put a gun to my head, throw me to the ground
Say, "Take your last breath, or leave right now"
Just climb on up in this Cadillac
Wave goodbye and don't ever look back
You can put that cold Colt .45 steel to my temple
Draw a hard line, but man, it's real simple
This born-in-it boy wouldn't give up the country with a gun to my head
Over my dead body
Over my dead body

The only way I'm goin'
Is in boots in the back of a hearse
Yeah, you can come and get it, but you'll have to put me in it
'Fore you take me out of that dirt

You can put a gun to my head, throw me to the ground
Say, "Take your last breath, or leave right now"
Just climb on up in this Cadillac
Wave goodbye and don't ever look back
You can put that cold Colt .45 steel to my temple
Draw a hard line, but man, it's real simple
This born-in-it boy wouldn't give up the country with a gun to my head
Over my dead body
Over my dead body
Over my dead body
Over my dead body

I'd Go Crazy Too Lyrics by HARDY

I've heard the stories, I've got the dirt
She said you took it so far, the cops had to park beside her car after work
And that she's scared for me to be at the bar
To slip up and run into your sucker punch crew, and end up in ER

And I know the boyfriend thing to do is track your mad ass down and kick it
And as bad as I want to, man, I get it

'Cause she's got a smile like an angel, she's got a heart like Jesus
She's been through hell, but you can't tell 'cause ain't nothing but Heaven in between us
In this town, everybody and their mother knows all the trouble you put her through
But I don't blame you, brother, if she left me, I'd go crazy too

Yeah, I can't imagine what you went through
Finding out she unlocked the lock to her heart and gave that key to someone new

And I'd bet the house that talkin' it out ain't the way you wanna roll
'Cause you're wishing you were me right now, so I know you know that

She's got a smile like an angel, she's got a heart like Jesus
She's been through hell, but you can't tell 'cause ain't nothing but Heaven in between us
In this town, everybody and their mother knows all the trouble you put her through
But I don't blame you, brother, if she left me, I'd go crazy too

Yeah, I'd be tracking me down with a broken heart like she got it all wrong
But if you got some grown man down in ya, you'd leave her alone

'Cause she's got a smile like an angel, she's got a heart like Jesus
She's been through hell, but you can't tell 'cause ain't nothing but Heaven in between us
In this town, everybody and their mother knows all the trouble you put her through
But I don't blame you, brother, if she left me, I'd go crazy too
Man, I don't blame you, I'd go crazy too
Oh, I'd go crazy too

Keep It Country Lyrics by HARDY

Speakers in a Chevrolet, kiss my country ass
Rattling like a broke adena underneath a beer
Funny how a melody could take you right back
When you been around the world, but your heart stayed here

I know I left the dirt road in a dust cloud
But that don't put no city in me, hell nah
Them county lines is all I know to talk about
And I still will, as long as y'all

Keep burning up backroads, sipper in the console, Skynyrd on the stereo Saturday nights
Keep hanging them bucks up, packing that long cut, jacking them trucks up to the sky
I'm just singing in the lights, tryna keep this way of life alive, and I'll be back I swear
Till then, I'll keep it country 'round here
Y'all keep it country out there

I made a livin' up here writin' these rhymes for these redneck songs
But I ain't just makin' music
Hell, we can skin a buck and run a trot line
Just hits a little different when you really do it

So keep burning up backroads, sipper in the console, Skynyrd on the stereo Saturday nights
Keep hanging them bucks up, packing that long cut, jacking them trucks up to the sky
I'm just singing in the lights, tryna keep this way of life alive, and I'll be back I swear
Till then, I'll keep it country 'round here
Y'all keep it country out there

One day, they're gonna lay me down
Gonna lay me down underneath that stone
One day, y'all, when they lay me down
I pray to the good Lord after I'm gone

That ya keep burning up backroads, sipper in the console, Skynyrd on the stereo Saturday nights
Keep hanging them bucks up, packing that long cut, jacking them trucks up to the sky
I'm just singing in the lights, tryna keep this way of life alive, and I'll be back I swear
Till then, I'll keep it country 'round here
Y'all keep it country out there

Yeah, y'all keep it country out there

Luckiest Man Alive Lyrics by HARDY

My truck cranked up this morning
Saw a couple bucks on my way to town
A little cloudy but the sky ain't pourin'
Dogs ain't undefeated but they're Peach Bowl bound

Diesel ain't cheap, a biscuit ain't free
But there's money in my bank account
And I'm walking into work with coffee on my shirt
But I ain't got nothin' to complain about, 'cause

I'm the luckiest man alive
Living out "Country Boy Can Survive"
Floating with the breeze like a dandelion
I'm the luckiest man alive
I got it pretty good for a good old boy
Baby looking all hot damn, good Lord
Gonna thank Him when I fold my hands tonight
I'm the luckiest man alive

I didn't win the Power Ball lotto
But I found a folded twenty in my Monday jeans
Might have hit a couple backroad potholes
But I didn't pop a tire and caught all three greens

Got a back strap thawing
And a cold one calling my name when the clock hits 5
Ain't found a four leaf clover, but I ain't hungover
After nine or ten beers last night, yeah, I

I'm the luckiest man alive
Living out "Country Boy Can Survive"
Floating with the breeze like a dandelion
I'm the luckiest man alive
I got it pretty good for a good old boy
Baby looking all hot damn, good Lord
Gonna thank Him when I fold my hands tonight
I'm the luckiest man alive
That's right

Acres in the country
Shine in a jug
Hole with some honey and a boat with a plug
Angel that loves me like you wouldn't believe
What did I do to deserve to be

The luckiest man alive?
Living out "Country Boy Can Survive"
Floating with the breeze like a dandelion
I'm the luckiest man alive
Oh yeah, I got it
Pretty good for a good old boy
Baby looking all hot damn, good Lord
Gonna thank Him when I fold my hands tonight
I'm the luckiest man alive

I'm gonna thank Him when I fold my hands tonight
I'm the luckiest man alive

Take The Country And Run Lyrics by HARDY

I had a dream that I was sitting
Across the table from a man
He said, "Son, you got two choices"
Holding something in each hand
One had all the money you could ever spend on Earth
The other just a few seeds and a little pile of dirt
I started reaching for that dollar
Just like anyone else, then I stopped
And I thought to myself

I've seen the lights of L.A. from a penthouse suite
I've drank the finest champagne at 30,000 feet
I've worn a house on my wrist
Got all these names in my phone
But everything on that list
Ain't got nothing on
Picking on some Hank around a fire
Sipping on a beer in a blind
Or watching God paint the sky when the day is done
Hell with all that gold, it don't shine
Like the morning sun through them pines
You keep that money, buddy
I'll take the country and run

So I woke up and walked out
Felt that early morning chill
Steam rolling off my coffee
Fog rolling off the hills
Even if I had the chance now
I wouldn't change it if it could
I got a truck and a dog and a buck on the wall
And y'all, I've got it pretty damn good

And I've seen the lights of L.A. from a penthouse suite
I've drank the finest champagne at 30,000 feet
I've worn a house on my wrist
Got all these names in my phone
But everything on that list
Ain't got nothing on
Picking on some Hank around a fire
Sipping on a beer in a blind
Or watching God paint the sky when the day is done
Hell with all that gold, it don't shine
Like the morning sun through them pines
You keep that money, buddy
I'll take the country and run

As fast as I can
And never look back
Quit all that chasing
Ain't no changing me, it's who I am
It's who I am

I've seen the lights of L.A. from a penthouse suite
I've drank the finest champagne at 30,000 feet
I've worn a house on my wrist
Got all these names in my phone
But everything on that list
Ain't got a damn thing on
Picking on some Hank around a fire
Sipping on a beer in a blind
Or watching God paint the sky when the day is done
Hell with all that gold, it don't shine
Like the morning sun through them pines
You keep that money, buddy
I'll take the country and run

We're All Gonna Die Lyrics by HARDY

Is there a blank page on your shoulder
A tattoo you're scared to get
You got someone but you ain't told 'em
You wanna lay one on their lips
Is there a rock halfway to Jesus
You're workin' up the nerve to climb
Twenty years weighing down your bank account
And a fast car on your mind
This might sound a little cut and dry

But we're all gonna die
Faded names on a stone that we couldn't read if we tried
Specks like settling dust in a room we call time till it stops
Might as well see what this rock has gotta give
Y'all, we gotta live
'Cause we're all gonna die

When they carve it in the concrete
Your first day and your last
Just know, those numbers don't tell your story
It's what you did with the dash
So jump in the water, call up your buddies
Drink a bunch of beer, stay out until two
Say "I'm sorry", say "I love you"
Hell, it ain't gonna kill you

We're all gonna die
Faded names on a stone that we couldn't read if we tried
Specks like settling dust in a room we call time, till it stops
Might as well see what this rock has gotta give
Y'all, we gotta live
'Cause we're all gonna die
Oh, yeah

Yeah, we all know it's coming
But we just don't know when
All we know is that we don't get to do it again

So do it while you can 'cause we're all gonna die
Faded names on a stone that we couldn't read if we tried
Specks like settling dust in a room we call time, till it stops
Might as well see what this rock has gotta give
Y'all, we gotta live
'Cause we're all gonna

Who Don't Lyrics by HARDY

Who don't
Carry a hacksaw in the back, y'all, for a buck that you didn't kill?
Gotchu a pack of reds, daddy long legs curled up in the windowsill
Drink you a tall Bud, 'cause your boss sucks, fuck waitin' to get home
Keep you a .38 for the canebrake, just in case
And who don't

Come from a line of fishin' and huntin'?
Roots runnin' so deep that you couldn't fake it
Put you alone in the swamp with no map and no phone
And I bet that you wouldn't make it
Don't make a face, ain't nothin' to chase
When you're shootin' the shine, I pour you
If you ain't from the cut, then go wait in the truck, motherfucker
'Cause this one ain't for you

Hey, hey
Put your whiskey to the sky
If you identify as someone who won't
Run, or give up your gun
We wanna live and die country
Yeah, to hell with all the people who don't

Oh, who's got the black eye from the redneck ex?
Horseflies on your bluetick
In the sticks out there where FedEx won't go
Who's got the Grandpa in the Dupont hat?
Grandma with the bouffant that could not
Give a shit about who don't

Keep 'em some green peas in the deep freeze
Sittin' next to that ol' truck
Man, if you know about what I'm talkin' 'bout, hillbilly, listen up

Hey, hey
Put your whiskey to the sky
If you identify as someone who won't
Run, or give up your gun
We wanna live and die country
Yeah, to hell with all the people who don't
Whoo

Who don't
Around here?
Who don't
Around here?
Who don't
Around here?
Who don't?
Who don't
Work in the hot sun?
Who don't
Back down from a fight?
Who don't
Carry a shotgun?
Who don't
Carry a knife?
Who don't
Give a damn about the city?
Who don't
Wanna leave what they live?
Who don't?
People in town keepin' the hicks down
Hell nah, I'm fuckin' with who don't

Hey, hey
Put your whiskey to the sky
If you identify as someone who won't
Run, or give up your gun
We wanna live and die country
Yeah, to hell with all the people who don't

Hey, hey
Put your whiskey to the sky
If you identify as someone who won't
Run, or give up your gun
We wanna live and die country
Yeah, to hell with all the people who don't

Y'all Need Jesus Lyrics by HARDY

User53109, he says I'm gettin fat
And some other dude says my music's worse than Nickelback
And then it's "George Jones never canceled shows
'Cause he had a little panic attack"
"He ain't no rebel, Hell, he worships the devil"
Good God, get off my back

Y'all need Jesus and a Willie Nelson song
Ride that high horse somewhere you can leave my country ass alone
Y'all keep throwin' stones, I'm gonna keep on droppin' deer
Y'all need Jesus, and I need a beer

Thanks for lettin' me know, I sold my soul and gave up on Music Row
And, oh yeah, quit, didn't have shit on "Mockingbird and the Crow"
And damn, I rode Morgan's coat tails all the way to the radio
Listen, outside's the first place but church is the second place you should go
Yeah 'cause

Y'all need Jesus and a Willie Nelson song
Ride that high horse somewhere you can leave my country ass alone
Y'all keep throwin' stones, I'm gonna keep on droppin' deer
Y'all need Jesus and I need a beer

I'm trying to cut back, but y'all keep keepin' one here in my hand
I got some thick skin, but hate will take its toll on a decent man
I know Haggard and Whitley and Johnny and Jennings and Hank didn't give a damn
Ah, but they didn't deal with some loser talkin' shit from a basement on Instagram
Yeah 'cause

Y'all need Jesus and a Willie Nelson song
Ride that high horse somewhere you can leave my country ass alone
Y'all quit throwin' stones, I'm gonna keep on droppin' deer
Y'all need Jesus and I need a beer

I said
Y'all need Jesus and I need a beer