HARDY - BROKE BOY

[Intro]
D Em G Bm G

[Verse 1]
D
I filled up, maxed that Discover
D Em
Bought a can of snuff, dropped ten for the cover
G
Had fifteen bucks to drink down my supper
G
I was broke, boy
D
Then she walked in the door, lookin’ like a million
D Em
Never seen her before, but man, I had a feelin’
G
She’s the kind if you swing and miss
G
It’ll leave your heart broke, boy
A
Funny what you do when you got nothin’ to lose
G
So I counted to three, eased on up and said

[Chorus]
D
My truck is parked in the parking lot
Em G
In the back seat’s a half-full rack of beer
G
I got a spot to stop and watch a star drop
G Bm G D
Whatcha say we get there and the hell outta here”
D
Then a “yes” turned into an all-night kiss
Em
On the top of a dropped tailgate
G
And man, I couldn’t help but think to myself (Damn)
G Bm G D
Damn, son, you got some pretty good game for a broke boy

[Post-Chorus]
D
(Broke boy, whiskey in your Coke, boy)
D
(Broke boy, broke boy)
Em G
You got some pretty good game for a broke boy
G
(Broke boy, broke boy, funny like a joke boy)
G Bm G
(Broke boy, broke boy)

[Verse 2]
D
We woke up to the heat of that summer
D Em
And that one night turned into two hundred
G
Now she tells me that she loves me right before she goes to bed
G
And she wouldn’t be saying that if I never said

[Chorus]
D
My truck is parked in the parking lot
Em G
In the back seat’s a half-full rack of beer
G
I got a spot to stop and watch a star drop
G Bm G D
Whatcha say we get there and the hell outta here”
D
Then a “yes” turned into an all-night kiss
Em
On the top of a dropped tailgate
G
And man, I couldn’t help but think to myself (Damn)
G Bm G D
Damn, son, you got some pretty good game for a broke boy

[Bridge]
D
Broke boy, whiskey in your Coke, boy
D Em
Shootin’ your shot like a .45 Colt for a
G
Mississippi queen that deserves it all
G Bm
Who’da thought a right-on-the-money honey’d
G D
Ever fall for a broke boy

[Instrumental]
D Em G Bm G

[Chorus]
D
“My truck is parked in the parking lot
G
Every one of them back seat beers got drank
G
I didn’t have a dime to my last name
G
Oh but she took mine, and I got the world to thank
D
Then a “yes” turned into an all-night kiss
Em
On the top of a dropped tailgate
G
And man, I couldn’t help but think to myself (Damn)
G Bm G D
Damn, son, you got some pretty good game for a broke boy

[Post-Chorus]
D
Broke boy, whiskey in your Coke, boy
D
Lookin’ back now, kinda funny like a joke, boy
G
Mississippi queen that deserves it all
G Bm
Who’da thought a right-on-the-money honey’d
G D
Ever fall for a broke boy

[Outro]
D
A right-on-the-money honey’d
Em G G Bm G
Ever fall for a broke boy