Singer: HARDY
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Song: red
HARDY - red Subtitles (vtt) (03:25-205-0-en) (PARTIAL PREVIEW)
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by RentAnAdviser.com
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Red
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I'm talking ’bout the sun coming
up and the sun going down
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On a John Deere, turning
up a hard-work check
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Making that blue-collar
country boy's neck
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Red
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I'm talking ’bout the color of them
jerseys on a Friday night
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At the end of another long,
hot, dry summer
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'Tween the dust and the rust, the
trucks are half covered in red
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Like a bloodhound
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Tracking some whitetail buck down
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I ain't talking politics,
I'm talking small town
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And if you're from one, you know
what I'm talking 'bout
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It's everywhere, I swear, from
the courthouse bricks
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To a crushed Bud heavy can
fading in the ditch
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Like the book of John,
like a barn door
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And hearts your hand’s over
’cause you're thankful for
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Every shipped-off soul that
was born to fight
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For a wind-torn flag that’s
blue and white and red
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Red
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I'm talkin' 'bout a county line
stop sign full of birdshot
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The cup your beer’s in
sitting 'round a fire
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Like your bank account when
you bought them tires
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That led
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You down a dirt road
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And got some red lips leaning
cross the console
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I ain't talking politics,
I'm talking small town
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And if you're from one, you know
what I'm talking 'bout
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It's everywhere, I swear, from
the courthouse bricks
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To a crushed Bud heavy can
fading in the ditch
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Like the book of John,
like a barn door
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And hearts your hand's over
'cause you're thankful for
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Every shipped-off soul that
was born to fight
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For a wind-torn flag that's
blue and white and red
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It don't matter...........
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