Come Back As A Redneck - Morgan Wallen/HARDY.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Morgan Wallen/Ernest Keith Smith/Ryan Vojtesak/Michael Hardy/James Maddocks
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Morgan Wallen/Ernest Keith Smith/Ryan Vojtesak/Michael Hardy/James Maddocks
[00:14.576]Hey, Mister City Man
[00:17.158]Rollie on your wrist, Nasdaq in your hand
[00:20.392]Rollin' your eyes at my beat-up truck
[00:23.511]Feed in the back, spittin' in my cup
[00:27.443]Both our tags say Tennessee
[00:29.744]I don't know you, I know you don't know me
[00:32.867]But if this red light didn't have to change
[00:36.651]I'd have time to say
[00:38.893]When you die, I hope you come back as a redneck
[00:45.263]I hope it sticks on you like a hell-hot sun tattoo
[00:51.680]I hope you break your back for that barely-get-by paycheck
[00:58.038]And when you can't, you gotta go and bloody up a buck or two
[01:05.056]Catch the Holy Ghost on a pinewood bench
[01:08.322]Drive across the county just to hook up a winch
[01:11.540]Revel in the pride of a simple man
[01:15.373]Maybe then you'll understand
[01:24.274]Oh
[01:30.460]I didn't choose my raisin' and you didn't choose yours
[01:33.865]You work in four walls and I'm workin' four-by-fours
[01:37.621]We ain't as different as you think we is, but I didn't pull up sayin'
[01:42.532]"Won't you look at that born rich, fed with a silver spoon, trust fund kid," like you did
[01:49.075]So when you die, I hope you come back as a redneck
[01:55.457]I hope it sticks on you like a hell-hot sun tattoo
[02:01.991]I hope you break your back for that barely-get-by paycheck
[02:08.359]And when you can't, you gotta go and bloody up a buck or two
[02:15.632]Catch the Holy Ghost on a pinewood bench
[02:18.701]Drive across the county just to hook up a winch
[02:21.841]Revel in the pride of a simple man
[02:25.641]Maybe then you'll understand
[02:29.026]Why we say grace, why we hold hands
[02:32.234]Keep a shotgun right by the nightstand
[02:35.200]And why we love a good rain comin' down
[02:38.000]And never leave these so-called backward, backwood, good-for-nothing, hillbilly hick towns
[02:46.776]So when you die, I hope you come back as a redneck
[02:53.261]I hope it sticks on you like a hell-hot sun tattoo
[02:59.595]I hope you break your back for that barely-get-by paycheck
[03:06.043]And when you can't, you gotta go and bloody up a buck or two, yes, you do
[03:13.070]Catch the Holy Ghost on a pinewood bench
[03:16.320]Drive across the county just to hook up a winch
[03:19.552]Revel in the pride of a simple man
[03:23.328]Maybe then you'll understand
[03:32.180]Oh
[03:36.835]Yeah, then you'll understand

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作词 : Morgan Wallen/Ernest Keith Smith/Ryan Vojtesak/Michael Hardy/James Maddocks
作曲 : Morgan Wallen/Ernest Keith Smith/Ryan Vojtesak/Michael Hardy/James Maddocks
Hey, Mister City Man
Rollie on your wrist, Nasdaq in your hand
Rollin' your eyes at my beat-up truck
Feed in the back, spittin' in my cup
Both our tags say Tennessee
I don't know you, I know you don't know me
But if this red light didn't have to change
I'd have time to say
When you die, I hope you come back as a redneck
I hope it sticks on you like a hell-hot sun tattoo
I hope you break your back for that barely-get-by paycheck
And when you can't, you gotta go and bloody up a buck or two
Catch the Holy Ghost on a pinewood bench
Drive across the county just to hook up a winch
Revel in the pride of a simple man
Maybe then you'll understand
Oh
I didn't choose my raisin' and you didn't choose yours
You work in four walls and I'm workin' four-by-fours
We ain't as different as you think we is, but I didn't pull up sayin'
"Won't you look at that born rich, fed with a silver spoon, trust fund kid," like you did
So when you die, I hope you come back as a redneck
I hope it sticks on you like a hell-hot sun tattoo
I hope you break your back for that barely-get-by paycheck
And when you can't, you gotta go and bloody up a buck or two
Catch the Holy Ghost on a pinewood bench
Drive across the county just to hook up a winch
Revel in the pride of a simple man
Maybe then you'll understand
Why we say grace, why we hold hands
Keep a shotgun right by the nightstand
And why we love a good rain comin' down
And never leave these so-called backward, backwood, good-for-nothing, hillbilly hick towns
So when you die, I hope you come back as a redneck
I hope it sticks on you like a hell-hot sun tattoo
I hope you break your back for that barely-get-by paycheck
And when you can't, you gotta go and bloody up a buck or two, yes, you do
Catch the Holy Ghost on a pinewood bench
Drive across the county just to hook up a winch
Revel in the pride of a simple man
Maybe then you'll understand
Oh
Yeah, then you'll understand