BROKE BOY

HARDY

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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, 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'da 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 backseat 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 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 
Lookin' back now, kinda funny like a joke, boy 
Mississippi queen that deserves it all 
Who'da 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

BROKE BOY - HARDY Lyrics

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, 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'da 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 backseat 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 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

Lookin' back now, kinda funny like a joke, boy

Mississippi queen that deserves it all

Who'da 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

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