HARDY - red lyrics
Hardy [Michael Wilson Hardy] Philadelphia, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
[HARDY - red lyrics]
Red i'm talking ’bout the sun coming up
And the sun going down
On a John Deere, turning up a hard work check
Making that blue collar country boy's neck
Red i'm talking ’bout the color of them
Jerseys on a Friday night
At the end of another long, hot, dry summer
'Tween the dust and the rust
The trucks are half covered in red
Like a bloodhound
Tracking some whitetail buck down
I ain't talking politics
I'm talking small town
And if you're from one
You know what I'm talking 'bout
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 hearts your hand’s over
’cause you're thankful for
Every shipped off soul that was born to fight
For a wind-torn flag that’s blue
And white and red
Red i'm talkin' 'bout a county line
Stop sign full of birdshot
The cup your beer’s in sitting 'round 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
I'm talking small town
And if you're from one
You know what I'm talking 'bout
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 hearts your hand's over
'cause you're thankful for
Every shipped off soul that was born to fight
For a wind-torn flag that's blue
And white and red
It don't matter who you are
Got your back if that's what you need
'Cause at the end of the day
Hey, we all bleed red
I ain't talking politics
I'm talking small town
And if you're from one
You know what I'm talking 'bout
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 hearts your hand's over
'cause you're thankful for
Every shipped off soul that was born to fight
For a wind-torn flag that's blue
And white and red
Yeah, a wind-torn flag that's blue
And white and red
Yeah, a wind-torn flag that's blue
And white and red
And the sun going down
On a John Deere, turning up a hard work check
Making that blue collar country boy's neck
Red i'm talking ’bout the color of them
Jerseys on a Friday night
At the end of another long, hot, dry summer
'Tween the dust and the rust
The trucks are half covered in red
Like a bloodhound
Tracking some whitetail buck down
I ain't talking politics
I'm talking small town
And if you're from one
You know what I'm talking 'bout
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 hearts your hand’s over
’cause you're thankful for
Every shipped off soul that was born to fight
For a wind-torn flag that’s blue
And white and red
Red i'm talkin' 'bout a county line
Stop sign full of birdshot
The cup your beer’s in sitting 'round 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
I'm talking small town
And if you're from one
You know what I'm talking 'bout
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 hearts your hand's over
'cause you're thankful for
Every shipped off soul that was born to fight
For a wind-torn flag that's blue
And white and red
It don't matter who you are
Got your back if that's what you need
'Cause at the end of the day
Hey, we all bleed red
I ain't talking politics
I'm talking small town
And if you're from one
You know what I'm talking 'bout
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 hearts your hand's over
'cause you're thankful for
Every shipped off soul that was born to fight
For a wind-torn flag that's blue
And white and red
Yeah, a wind-torn flag that's blue
And white and red
Yeah, a wind-torn flag that's blue
And white and red