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Nickelback, HARDY - Sold Out (With Hardy) (Live From Nashville) (Live From Nashville)
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Текст песни: Ladies and gentlemen
Please give a Nashville welcome to HARDY
Gold records on my sheetrock
Not bad for a boy from Mississippi
Yeah, I can 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, sing it
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
Woo
Oh, middle finger to the sky, buddy, that's right
I don't sprinkle Dixie Crystal on my half-time (yeah)
Keep your in crowd, I'll be the outcast
I'll be country 'til I'm dead, that's on my last name
Is a whole lot bigger than I thought it'd be
A lotta things change
But if there's something you should know about me, sing it
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 (go)
Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out (yeah)
wall to wall and I still ain't sold out
Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out
Yeah, middle finger to the sky 'til 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 'til 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
Nashville, what do you think of HARDY?
Please give a Nashville welcome to HARDY
Gold records on my sheetrock
Not bad for a boy from Mississippi
Yeah, I can 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, sing it
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
Woo
Oh, middle finger to the sky, buddy, that's right
I don't sprinkle Dixie Crystal on my half-time (yeah)
Keep your in crowd, I'll be the outcast
I'll be country 'til I'm dead, that's on my last name
Is a whole lot bigger than I thought it'd be
A lotta things change
But if there's something you should know about me, sing it
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 (go)
Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out (yeah)
wall to wall and I still ain't sold out
Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out
Yeah, middle finger to the sky 'til 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 'til 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
Nashville, what do you think of HARDY?
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