The Hardy Boys (feat. Sasuke) - Smackddd

Well there's those boys, got the kinda ride Get 55 to the gallon They listen to that new school Never heard of George or Alan There's those boys wear the kinda boots Who you ain't suppose to get muddy Ain't got a dog that lives outside Ain't got a buddy named Buddy Yeah I ain't hating on them boys Grew up lockin' their doors There's all kinds of boys up under the sun, son But this one's for Y'all boys with that southern drawl boys Hell before you know, rollin' off just right Man that town is small boys But you'd have a ball boys Homemade alcohol on a Saturday night Yeah, truck stuck, who you gon' call? Pretty girl, who you gon' fall for? One of them backroad runners Man, I'm glad I'm one of Y'all boys (Yo Hardy Go on tell 'em 'bout the girls one time) Cause there's those girls, they're like golden pearls Dipping in to trust fund money (cha-ching) Yeah, the radio and the Jack and Coke Is the only thing they know country Didn't grow up on no county round They grew up on some street And they think they know what kind of man They want until they meet Y'all boys with that southern drawl boys Hell before you know, rollin' off just right Man, that town is small boys But you'd have a ball boys Homemade alcohol on a Saturday night Yeah, truck stuck, who you gon' call? Pretty girl, who you gon' fall for? One of them backroad runners Man, I'm glad I'm one of Y'all boys State trophy in the hall boys Hanging somethin' that you hunted on the wall boys You mess with one of us You get us all boys Yeah all of y'all boys with that southern drawl boys Hell before you naw, rollin' off just right Man that town is small boys But you'd have a ball boys Homemade alcohol on a Saturday night Yeah, truck stuck, who you gon' call? Pretty girl who you gon' fall for? One of them backroad runners Man, I'm glad I'm one of Y'all boys

Two, three If you're gonna leave Yeah, I guess you're gonna leave Ain't no me stoppin' you now I'm gonna need a beer But there ain't none here And you gonna have to drive through town On your way to your brand-new start Girl, if you're gonna break my heart Well, take my broke heart down to the bar Down, down to the bar, yeah, down to the bar Let me get to grievin', baby, I'll even Throw your bag in the trunk There's a somewhere new where the night made you That you're getting off to, but before you do Take my broke heart down to the bar Down to the bar to get drunk, yeah (I mean, seriously) If it was my bridge to burn And the tables were turned You know I'd do the same for you Yeah, if it's too late now And I can't talk you out of it Maybe I can talk you in too Taking my broke heart down to the bar Down, down to the bar, yeah, down to the bar Let me get to grievin', baby, I'll even Throw your bag in the trunk There's a somewhere new where the night made you That you're getting off to, but before you do Take my broke heart down to the bar Down to the bar to get drunk, yeah, yeah And take the records off the wall Take the pictures out the hall Take the blender and my Fender guitar Take the forks and the spoons Yeah, the mop and the broom And if you still got room in your car Well, take my broke heart down to the bar Down, down to the bar, yeah, down to the bar Let me get to grievin', baby, I'll even Throw your bag in the trunk There's somewhere new where the night made you That you're getting off to, but before you do Take my broke heart down to the bar Down to the bar to get drunk Yeah, down to the bar To get pissed all falling all over the place drunk Yeah

Gas up the truck, ice up the beer Hit up the boys and the girls Y'all get out here (y'all get out here) Crank up the country, Jack up the Coke Roll up some funky, light up a smoke Tonight, we're gonna party like it's redneck '99 Gonna kick it way down at the county line Get to sippin' on some Tennessee mountain shine I think it's time we fire up the night Get your bad self lit, fire up the night Get your Friday night fix Shoot a flame so high, they could see it from town Like we're burnin' the whole place down Fire up the night (Well, here's what you're gonna do) Yeah, walk up to that pretty little cherry bomb Say, "What's your name, what you think about slippin' off?" Gettin' lost down where the creek's still runnin' Maybe spark up a little somethin', somethin' Girl, you got the honey, go on and give me a taste Right on the money, that little whiskey shake You're gonna break the bank Tonight we're gonna party like it's redneck '99 Gonna kick it way down at the county line Get to sippin' on some Tennessee mountain shine I think it's time we fire up the night Get your bad self lit, fire up the night Get your Friday night fix Shoot a flame so high, they could see it from town Like we're burnin' the whole place down Fire up the night (woo) Fire up the night Crank up the country Crank up the country, hey Fire up the night (fire up the night) Fire up the night (fire up the night) Fire up the night (fire up the night) Fire up the night (yeah-yeah) Tonight, we're gonna party like it's redneck '99 Gonna kick it way down at the county line Get to sippin' on some Tennessee mountain shine I think it's time we fire up the night Get your bad self lit, fire up the night Get your Friday night fix Shoot a flame so high, they could see it from town Like we're burnin' the whole place down Fire up the night (yeah) Fire up the night

Paint your truck tread with some red dust While you kick up the long way home Share some bootleg with your best buds Wear a bit of that bonfire smoke If a back porch swing and twang in your words And settin' that hook was a Good Book verse, I'd be doing alright I'd know where I was going when I get to the other side, 'cause Back roads and cold beer are my down-home prayer Can't get no closer to the Man upstairs The way out there where the river runs Lord knows I'd be one hell of a disciple If being country was in the Bible Hallelujah, amen Heaven blessed this life I live Hallelujah, amen, amen If John Deere Green was 3:16 And old barstools were back pew seats These Friday nights would all just seem like Sunday mornin' If them words in red were a little more read, this sinner'd be a saint instead 'Cause back roads and cold beer are my down-home prayer Can't get no closer to the Man upstairs The way out there where the river runs Lord knows I'd be one hell of a disciple If being country was in the Bible Hallelujah, amen Heaven blessed this life I live Hallelujah, amen, amen 'Cause back roads and cold beer are my down-home prayer We can't get no closer to God's grace, I swear The way out there where the river runs Lord knows I'd be one hell of a disciple If being country was in the Bible Hallelujah, amen Heaven blessed this life I live Hallelujah, amen, amen