[{"id":26443512,"name":"SIX FEET UNDER (Caleigh's Song) - HARDY (Live from Red Rocks)","trackName":"SIX FEET UNDER (Caleigh's Song) - HARDY (Live from Red Rocks)","artistName":"HARDY","albumName":"HARDY (Live from Red Rocks)","duration":188.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Where do you go when you die?\nHow do you know when you're there?\nIf Heaven's a moment you wish never ended\nThen I'm six feet under somewhere\nI'm six feet under somewhere\n\nOh, what I'd give for a bottle to keep\nThese memories forever locked up in my heart\nWhy can't I just relive your sweet words on repeat?\nThe ones that you said making my last name ours\nMy darling, this feeling's one I never imaged\nOh, I just hope Jesus forgives me for asking but\n\nWhere do you go when you die?\nHow do you know when you're there?\nIf Heaven's a moment you wish never ended\nThen I'm six feet under somewhere\nOh, I'm six feet under somewhere\n\nI swear to God\nI thought I was dead on the side of the road\nWith glass in my head\nAh, but death ain't what scared me to death\nIn the end it was thinking I'd never see you again\n\n(Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)\n(Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)\nSee you again\n(Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)\n(Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)\n\nWhere do you go when you die?\nHow do you know when you're there?\nIf Heaven's a moment you wish never ended\nThen I'm six feet under somewhere\nOh, I'm six feet under somewhere\nI'm six feet under somewhere","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.17] Where do you go when you die?\n[00:16.81] How do you know when you're there?\n[00:22.37] If Heaven's a moment you wish never ended\n[00:27.74] Then I'm six feet under somewhere\n[00:33.86] I'm six feet under somewhere\n[00:39.66] Oh, what I'd give for a bottle to keep\n[00:44.62] These memories forever locked up in my heart\n[00:49.49] Why can't I just relive your sweet words on repeat?\n[00:56.03] The ones that you said making my last name ours\n[01:01.42] My darling, this feeling's one I never imaged\n[01:07.07] Oh, I just hope Jesus forgives me for asking but\n[01:13.23] Where do you go when you die?\n[01:18.53] How do you know when you're there?\n[01:23.94] If Heaven's a moment you wish never ended\n[01:29.53] Then I'm six feet under somewhere\n[01:35.49] Oh, I'm six feet under somewhere\n[01:40.80] I swear to God\n[01:43.90] I thought I was dead on the side of the road\n[01:49.07] With glass in my head\n[01:51.57] Ah, but death ain't what scared me to death\n[01:55.34] In the end it was thinking I'd never see you again\n[02:04.04] (Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)\n[02:09.05] (Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)\n[02:13.73] See you again\n[02:16.07] (Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)\n[02:19.99] (Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)\n[02:26.01] Where do you go when you die?\n[02:31.65] How do you know when you're there?\n[02:36.81] If Heaven's a moment you wish never ended\n[02:42.78] Then I'm six feet under somewhere\n[02:48.66] Oh, I'm six feet under somewhere\n[02:54.37] I'm six feet under somewhere\n[02:57.87] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: SIX FEET UNDER (Caleigh's Song) - HARDY (Live from Red Rocks)\n  artist: HARDY\n  album: HARDY (Live from Red Rocks)\n  duration_ms: 188000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Where do you go when you die?\n  start_ms: 11170\n  end_ms: 16810\n- text: How do you know when you're there?\n  start_ms: 16810\n  end_ms: 22370\n- text: If Heaven's a moment you wish never ended\n  start_ms: 22370\n  end_ms: 27740\n- text: Then I'm six feet under somewhere\n  start_ms: 27740\n  end_ms: 33860\n- text: I'm six feet under somewhere\n  start_ms: 33860\n  end_ms: 39660\n- text: Oh, what I'd give for a bottle to keep\n  start_ms: 39660\n  end_ms: 44620\n- text: These memories forever locked up in my heart\n  start_ms: 44620\n  end_ms: 49490\n- text: Why can't I just relive your sweet words on repeat?\n  start_ms: 49490\n  end_ms: 56030\n- text: The ones that you said making my last name ours\n  start_ms: 56030\n  end_ms: 61420\n- text: My darling, this feeling's one I never imaged\n  start_ms: 61420\n  end_ms: 67070\n- text: Oh, I just hope Jesus forgives me for asking but\n  start_ms: 67070\n  end_ms: 73230\n- text: Where do you go when you die?\n  start_ms: 73230\n  end_ms: 78530\n- text: How do you know when you're there?\n  start_ms: 78530\n  end_ms: 83940\n- text: If Heaven's a moment you wish never ended\n  start_ms: 83940\n  end_ms: 89530\n- text: Then I'm six feet under somewhere\n  start_ms: 89530\n  end_ms: 95490\n- text: Oh, I'm six feet under somewhere\n  start_ms: 95490\n  end_ms: 100800\n- text: I swear to God\n  start_ms: 100800\n  end_ms: 103900\n- text: I thought I was dead on the side of the road\n  start_ms: 103900\n  end_ms: 109070\n- text: With glass in my head\n  start_ms: 109070\n  end_ms: 111570\n- text: Ah, but death ain't what scared me to death\n  start_ms: 111570\n  end_ms: 115340\n- text: In the end it was thinking I'd never see you again\n  start_ms: 115340\n  end_ms: 124040\n- text: (Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)\n  start_ms: 124040\n  end_ms: 129050\n- text: (Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)\n  start_ms: 129050\n  end_ms: 133730\n- text: See you again\n  start_ms: 133730\n  end_ms: 136070\n- text: (Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)\n  start_ms: 136070\n  end_ms: 139990\n- text: (Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)\n  start_ms: 139990\n  end_ms: 146010\n- text: Where do you go when you die?\n  start_ms: 146010\n  end_ms: 151650\n- text: How do you know when you're there?\n  start_ms: 151650\n  end_ms: 156810\n- text: If Heaven's a moment you wish never ended\n  start_ms: 156810\n  end_ms: 162780\n- text: Then I'm six feet under somewhere\n  start_ms: 162780\n  end_ms: 168660\n- text: Oh, I'm six feet under somewhere\n  start_ms: 168660\n  end_ms: 174370\n- text: I'm six feet under somewhere\n  start_ms: 174370\n  end_ms: 177870\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 177870\nplain: |-\n  Where do you go when you die?\n  How do you know when you're there?\n  If Heaven's a moment you wish never ended\n  Then I'm six feet under somewhere\n  I'm six feet under somewhere\n\n  Oh, what I'd give for a bottle to keep\n  These memories forever locked up in my heart\n  Why can't I just relive your sweet words on repeat?\n  The ones that you said making my last name ours\n  My darling, this feeling's one I never imaged\n  Oh, I just hope Jesus forgives me for asking but\n\n  Where do you go when you die?\n  How do you know when you're there?\n  If Heaven's a moment you wish never ended\n  Then I'm six feet under somewhere\n  Oh, I'm six feet under somewhere\n\n  I swear to God\n  I thought I was dead on the side of the road\n  With glass in my head\n  Ah, but death ain't what scared me to death\n  In the end it was thinking I'd never see you again\n\n  (Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)\n  (Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)\n  See you again\n  (Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)\n  (Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)\n\n  Where do you go when you die?\n  How do you know when you're there?\n  If Heaven's a moment you wish never ended\n  Then I'm six feet under somewhere\n  Oh, I'm six feet under somewhere\n  I'm six feet under somewhere\n"},{"id":20097110,"name":"Boots (Live from Red Rocks)","trackName":"Boots (Live from Red Rocks)","artistName":"Hardy","albumName":"HARDY (Live from Red Rocks)","duration":240.352653,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I woke up in my (boots this morning)\nFell asleep in my (boots last night)\nHad a feeling that I'd burned out of warnings\nGirl, I couldn't have been more\nSing it to me, Red Rocks\n\nMy only (suitcase, it's by the front door)\n(That look on your face says you don't want me no more)\nNo use in talking\nThis time you mean it\nYou're sending me walking\nWell, what a convenience\nHere we go\n\nI woke up in my boots this morning\nFell asleep in my boots last night\nHad a feeling that I'd run out of warnings\nGirl, I couldn't have been more right\n\nAnd I knew I wouldn't have to take the time putting 'em back on when I'm 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(Jump)\n[01:51.19] One, two, one, two, three, jump\n[02:05.76] Well, I woke up in my boots this morning, yeah\n[02:14.85] I woke up in my boots this morning\n[02:19.11] 'Cause I went out and got drunk last night\n[02:23.13] Had a feeling that I'd run out of warnings\n[02:27.46] And so I said what the hell and kissed us goodbye\n[02:34.56] And I knew I wouldn't have to take the time putting 'em back on when I'm sober\n[02:40.05] Yeah, I knew you'd be pissed off over me and I'd just be hungover\n[02:43.60] Bitch, I knew I'd open my eyes in a house fit for a dog\n[02:48.26] Knew I'd need 'em come the daylight so I didn't even take 'em off, no\n[02:54.90] No, I didn't even take 'em off, yeah\n[02:58.99] I woke up in my boots this morning\n[03:06.66] Yeah, I woke up in my boots this morning\n[03:28.98] Well, this is the first, the first time I get to make this speech\n[03:35.27] But my beautiful wife and I just announced we're gonna have a beautiful baby in February\n[03:45.13] Man, I've been waiting to say that for so fucking long\n[03:49.52] So this song takes on a whole new meaning for me\n[03:53.78] But I just got to say I freaking love you guys\n[03:55.46] Thank you all for showing up on a Sunday night\n[03:56.94] We're going to have a great time tonight\n[03:58.77] Y'all sing this one if you know it\n[03:59.91] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Boots (Live from Red Rocks)\n  artist: Hardy\n  album: HARDY (Live from Red Rocks)\n  duration_ms: 240353\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I woke up in my (boots this morning)\n  start_ms: 100\n  end_ms: 4450\n- text: Fell asleep in my (boots last night)\n  start_ms: 4450\n  end_ms: 8220\n- text: Had a feeling that I'd burned out of warnings\n  start_ms: 8220\n  end_ms: 13470\n- text: Girl, I couldn't have been more\n  start_ms: 13470\n  end_ms: 16110\n- text: Sing it to me, Red Rocks\n  start_ms: 16110\n  end_ms: 17840\n- text: My only (suitcase, it's by the front door)\n  start_ms: 17840\n  end_ms: 22320\n- text: (That look on your face says you don't want me no more)\n  start_ms: 22320\n  end_ms: 27440\n- text: No use in talking\n  start_ms: 27440\n  end_ms: 29620\n- text: This time you mean it\n  start_ms: 29620\n  end_ms: 31450\n- text: You're sending me walking\n  start_ms: 31450\n  end_ms: 33690\n- text: Well, what a convenience\n  start_ms: 33690\n  end_ms: 36510\n- text: Here we go\n  start_ms: 36510\n  end_ms: 38090\n- text: I woke up in my boots this morning\n  start_ms: 38090\n  end_ms: 42180\n- text: Fell asleep in my boots last night\n  start_ms: 42180\n  end_ms: 46450\n- text: Had a feeling that I'd run out of warnings\n  start_ms: 46450\n  end_ms: 51550\n- text: Girl, I couldn't have been more right\n  start_ms: 51550\n  end_ms: 55490\n- text: And I knew I wouldn't have to take the time putting 'em back on when I'm sober\n  start_ms: 55490\n  end_ms: 60040\n- text: Yeah, I knew you'd be pissed off over me and I'd just be hungover\n  start_ms: 60040\n  end_ms: 64420\n- text: Girl, I knew I'd open my eyes in a house fit for a dog\n  start_ms: 64420\n  end_ms: 69100\n- text: Knew I'd need 'em come the daylight so I didn't even take 'em off\n  start_ms: 69100\n  end_ms: 73060\n- text: What you got?\n  start_ms: 73060\n  end_ms: 74920\n- text: (I woke up in my boots this morning)\n  start_ms: 74920\n  end_ms: 78630\n- text: Yeah, we were past the point of fighting\n  start_ms: 78630\n  end_ms: 81540\n- text: There'd be a curb you'd kick me to\n  start_ms: 81540\n  end_ms: 83780\n- text: I made it easy on me, squirrel, but I made it easier on you\n  start_ms: 83780\n  end_ms: 88250\n- text: Can't hide the truth, yeah, we both knew that it was coming\n  start_ms: 88250\n  end_ms: 92390\n- text: So what?\n  start_ms: 92390\n  end_ms: 93340\n- text: (I woke up in my boots this morning)\n  start_ms: 93340\n  end_ms: 102950\n- text: Y'all motherfuckers know how to jump?\n  start_ms: 102950\n  end_ms: 106100\n- text: And when Hardy says jump, what are you gonna do? 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getting all these new tattoos\n[02:15.63] And I ain't saying that I'm Nickelback\n[02:18.02] Kicking it to Cali with today's who's who\n[02:20.74] But everybody's got a song called Rockstar\n[02:23.60] Lately I've been feeling like one so I wrote one too\n[02:27.38] And it goes like\n[02:33.47] Yeah, it goes like\n[02:39.92] Yeah, it goes like\n[02:52.73] Yeah, it goes like\n[02:59.72] Yeah, it goes like\n[03:00.51] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: ROCKSTAR (Live from Red Rocks)\n  artist: HARDY\n  album: HARDY\n  duration_ms: 195344\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Everybody's got a song called Rockstar\n  start_ms: 260\n  end_ms: 2630\n- text: Running off the chart, talking all the shit they do\n  start_ms: 2630\n  end_ms: 6560\n- text: I've been Houdini with my commas\n  start_ms: 6560\n  end_ms: 9030\n- text: Pissing off my mama, getting all these new tattoos\n  start_ms: 9030\n  end_ms: 13950\n- text: And I ain't saying that I'm Nickelback\n  start_ms: 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gonna you fell in love with a psycho\n\nIf you ever leave me, if you ever say goodbye\nI'll make the world say why'd you ever fuck with that guy\nWhy'd you ever fuck with that guy\n\nIf you ever leave me girl, I'll get a face tattoo\nSteal a truck, end up on the six o'clock news\nIf you say goodbye, hell I'll dye my hair crash your birthday party in my underwear\nHey, I hope you never have to see the day\nBut if you ever walk away, well\nEverybody you know, everybody I know's gonna you fell in love with a psycho\n\nI wrote this next song about pride and where I come from\nAnd at the end of the day\nI come from a small town called Philadelphia, Mississippi that is in the United States of America\nThe greatest fucking country on this planet\nAlso known as God's Country!","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.04] I met your friends at the bar last night\n[00:12.83] I think the round of limoncello won 'em over\n[00:16.87] I said we're perfect, hell, we hardly ever fight\n[00:20.69] I told 'em you're a 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Fuck\n[03:00.00] This ain't no radio song?\n[03:06.73] Yeah, let's fucking go\n[03:17.16] Fuck, this ain't a radio song\n[03:34.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Radio Song (Live from Red Rocks)\n  artist: Hardy\n  album: HARDY (Live from Red Rocks)\n  duration_ms: 215432\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Speaking of that, I got a song that died at number seven\n  start_ms: 430\n  end_ms: 3070\n- text: I'm gonna play it later, it's called Give Heaven Some Hell\n  start_ms: 3070\n  end_ms: 7030\n- text: But the reason it did not go number one\n  start_ms: 7030\n  end_ms: 8750\n- text: Is there was a handful of radio people that wouldn't play it\n  start_ms: 8750\n  end_ms: 10850\n- text: Because they thought it was sacrilegious\n  start_ms: 10850\n  end_ms: 12190\n- text: Because it said heaven and hell in the same sentence\n  start_ms: 12190\n  end_ms: 15280\n- text: And therefore, it wasn't a radio song\n  start_ms: 15280\n  end_ms: 17360\n- text: And I was 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Fuck\n  start_ms: 171600\n  end_ms: 180000\n- text: This ain't no radio song?\n  start_ms: 180000\n  end_ms: 186730\n- text: Yeah, let's fucking go\n  start_ms: 186730\n  end_ms: 197160\n- text: Fuck, this ain't a radio song\n  start_ms: 197160\n  end_ms: 214560\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 214560\nplain: |-\n  Speaking of that, I got a song that died at number seven\n  I'm gonna play it later, it's called Give Heaven Some Hell\n  But the reason it did not go number one\n  Is there was a handful of radio people that wouldn't play it\n  Because they thought it was sacrilegious\n  Because it said heaven and hell in the same sentence\n  And therefore, it wasn't a radio song\n\n  And I was like, oh, a radio song\n  I've written 16 number ones, motherfucker\n  I know what a fucking radio song sounds like\n  So guess what I did?\n  I wrote up a radio song, and it goes like this, Red Rocks\n\n  There's gotta be a truck, there's gotta be a girl\n  She's gotta be hot, and you gotta run the shit with the world\n  And it can't be too fake, but it can't be too real\n  Gotta make them tap their feet, or I'll lose my record deal\n\n  So I just sat down with some dudes that wrote some hits\n  We put our heads together for a second, and it goes like this\n\n  Baby, what you think about gettin' out of here?\n  Get you out of this bar, girl, get to switchin' gears\n  In my Chevy, there's a Yeti in the back with some beer\n  We can park in the dark, get a good roll on (don't you fuckin' do it)\n\n  Whoa, everybody knows how it goes\n  'Cause you ain't no moonlight glow\n  Sittin' shoddy, everybody sing along\n  But this ain't a radio song\n  Fuck\n\n  Oh, if it ain't under four minutes\n  It ain't gonna be a hit\n  And if there ain't no steel in it\n  It ain't gon' play your shit\n  And I wish I could tell it like it is\n  But the cold hard fact is I can't\n  So bring that moneymaker back\n\n  Baby, what you think about gettin' out of here?\n  Get you out of this bar, girl, get to switchin' gears\n  In my Chevy, there's a Yeti in the back with some beer\n  We can park in the dark, get a good roll on (don't you do it)\n\n  Whoa, everybody knows how it goes\n  'Cause you ain't no moonlight glow\n  Sittin' shoddy, everybody sing along\n  This ain't a radio song\n  Fuck\n  This ain't a radio song (hell) (yeah, let's fucking go)\n  Fuck\n  But it's not a radio song\n  Fuck\n\n  Baby, what you think about gettin' out of here?\n  Get you out of this bar, girl, get to switchin' gears\n  In my Chevy, there's a Yeti in the back with some beer\n  We can park in the dark, get a good roll on (fucking sing it)\n\n  Whoa, everybody knows how it goes\n  'Cause you ain't no moonlight glow\n  Sittin' shoddy, everybody sing along\n  This ain't no motherfuckin' radio song? Fuck\n  This ain't no radio song?\n  Yeah, let's fucking go\n  Fuck, this ain't a radio song\n"},{"id":17919751,"name":"A ROCK (Live from Red Rocks)","trackName":"A ROCK (Live from Red Rocks)","artistName":"HARDY","albumName":"HARDY (Live from Red Rocks)","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Since we are between two giant fucking rocks\nI'm gonna play a song I wrote called Rock\nIt goes like this\n\nWhen your mom and dad are ten feet tall\nYou got a superhero poster on your wall\nDon't know the world's full of greed and lust\nYou just slide into third and ride the school bus\nWrestling is real, summer goes fast\nA dollar bill feels like a wad of cash\nThere's war and drugs and guns on hips\nBut all you're thinkin' bout's how far you can skip (a rock)\n(Rock) yeah\nRock\n\nThen the wheels on your bike turn to gasoline\nGet your first taste of love and nicotine\nYour heart gets broke, your folks find your lighter\nYou lose a few fights and learn you ain't a fighter\nYou know what's wrong and you know what's right\nBut you wanna be cool on a Friday night\nSomebody puts a bottle in front of your face\nFor the first time you're stuck between a hard place and a rock\nA rock\nA rock\n\nRed Rock, sing it back, here we go\nLa da da da da da\n(La da da da da da)\n(La da da da da da)\n\nThen you're paying bills and you're working hard\nAnd you're with your friends at the local bar\nHook up with someone, tell 'em how you feel\nAnd just like that it's something real\nThen you meet their mom and you meet their dad\nStart having thoughts that you never had\nLike that's the kinda thing worth waking up for\nNext thing you know you're saving up for a rock\nA rock\nA rock\n\nSomebody get engaged up there or what? Yeah, let's go\nLa-da-da-da-da-da\nLa-da-da-da-da-da\nLa-da-da-da-da-da\n\nAnd one day your breath costs life itself\nYour book gets hung on Heaven's shelf\nThey say a few words like it's a damn shame\nThen they lay you down and they write your name on (a rock)\n(A rock)\n(A rock)\n\nCongrats to whoever that is up there\nYeah, we're all just living life on a rock\nWe're all just living life on a rock\nWe're all just living life on a rock\nYeah, we're all just living life on a rock\nWe're all just living life on a rock\nWe're all just living life on a rock\nWe're all just living life on a rock\nYeah, we're all just living life\nYeah, we're all just living life\nYeah, we're all just living life\n\nLa-da-da-da-da-da\n(La da da da da da)\n(La da da da da da)\nYou guys sound fuckin' awesome, one more time\nLa-da-da-da-da-da\nLa-da-da-da-da\nLa-da-da-da-da\n\nThis song is called Six Feet Under","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.13] Since we are between two giant fucking rocks\n[00:01.94] I'm gonna play a song I wrote called Rock\n[00:03.33] It goes like this\n[00:04.27] \n[00:28.02] When your mom and dad are ten feet tall\n[00:31.10] You got a superhero poster on your wall\n[00:34.31] Don't know the world's full of greed and lust\n[00:37.23] You just slide into third and ride the school bus\n[00:40.57] Wrestling is real, summer goes fast\n[00:43.66] A dollar bill feels like a wad of cash\n[00:46.72] There's war and drugs and guns on hips\n[00:49.83] But all you're thinkin' bout's how far you can skip (a rock)\n[00:53.79] (Rock) yeah\n[00:59.30] Rock\n[01:05.11] Then the wheels on your bike turn to gasoline\n[01:07.94] Get your first taste of love and nicotine\n[01:11.37] Your heart gets broke, your folks find your lighter\n[01:14.16] You lose a few fights and learn you ain't a fighter\n[01:17.80] You know what's wrong and you know what's right\n[01:20.62] But you wanna be cool on a Friday night\n[01:23.69] Somebody puts a bottle in front of your face\n[01:26.28] For the first time you're stuck between a hard place and a rock\n[01:33.37] A rock\n[01:36.44] A rock\n[01:39.43] Red Rock, sing it back, here we go\n[01:41.75] La da da da da da\n[01:45.08] (La da da da da da)\n[01:48.05] (La da da da da da)\n[01:54.49] Then you're paying bills and you're working hard\n[01:57.99] And you're with your friends at the local bar\n[02:01.04] Hook up with someone, tell 'em how you feel\n[02:03.87] And just like that it's something real\n[02:06.80] Then you meet their mom and you meet their dad\n[02:09.97] Start having thoughts that you never had\n[02:13.08] Like that's the kinda thing worth waking up for\n[02:16.52] Next thing you know you're saving up for a rock\n[02:22.67] A rock\n[02:25.10] A rock\n[02:26.75] Somebody get engaged up there or what? Yeah, let's go\n[02:30.64] La-da-da-da-da-da\n[02:34.45] La-da-da-da-da-da\n[02:37.28] La-da-da-da-da-da\n[02:43.58] And one day your breath costs life itself\n[02:46.24] Your book gets hung on Heaven's shelf\n[02:49.67] They say a few words like it's a damn shame\n[02:52.97] Then they lay you down and they write your name on (a rock)\n[02:58.38] (A rock)\n[03:02.53] (A rock)\n[03:04.14] Congrats to whoever that is up there\n[03:06.68] Yeah, we're all just living life on a rock\n[03:10.37] We're all just living life on a rock\n[03:12.52] We're all just living life on a rock\n[03:15.98] Yeah, we're all just living life on a rock\n[03:18.72] We're all just living life on a rock\n[03:22.27] We're all just living life on a rock\n[03:25.50] We're all just living life on a rock\n[03:28.58] Yeah, we're all just living life\n[03:29.83] Yeah, we're all just living life\n[03:31.47] Yeah, we're all just living life\n[03:32.97] La-da-da-da-da-da\n[03:36.42] (La da da da da da)\n[03:38.60] (La da da da da da)\n[03:40.93] You guys sound fuckin' awesome, one more time\n[03:45.23] La-da-da-da-da-da\n[03:48.28] La-da-da-da-da\n[03:51.42] La-da-da-da-da\n[04:05.73] This song is called Six Feet Under\n[04:08.55] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: A ROCK (Live from Red Rocks)\n  artist: HARDY\n  album: HARDY (Live from Red Rocks)\n  duration_ms: 252000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Since we are between two giant fucking rocks\n  start_ms: 130\n  end_ms: 1940\n- text: I'm gonna play a song I wrote called Rock\n  start_ms: 1940\n  end_ms: 3330\n- text: It goes like this\n  start_ms: 3330\n  end_ms: 4270\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 4270\n  end_ms: 28020\n- text: When your mom and dad are ten feet tall\n  start_ms: 28020\n  end_ms: 31100\n- text: You got a superhero poster on your wall\n  start_ms: 31100\n  end_ms: 34310\n- text: Don't know the world's full of greed and lust\n  start_ms: 34310\n  end_ms: 37230\n- text: You just slide into third and ride the school bus\n  start_ms: 37230\n  end_ms: 40570\n- text: Wrestling is real, summer goes fast\n  start_ms: 40570\n  end_ms: 43660\n- text: A dollar bill feels like a wad of cash\n  start_ms: 43660\n  end_ms: 46720\n- text: There's war and drugs and guns on hips\n  start_ms: 46720\n  end_ms: 49830\n- text: But all you're thinkin' bout's how far you can skip (a rock)\n  start_ms: 49830\n  end_ms: 53790\n- text: (Rock) yeah\n  start_ms: 53790\n  end_ms: 59300\n- text: Rock\n  start_ms: 59300\n  end_ms: 65110\n- text: Then the wheels on your bike turn to gasoline\n  start_ms: 65110\n  end_ms: 67940\n- text: Get your first taste of love and nicotine\n  start_ms: 67940\n  end_ms: 71370\n- text: Your heart gets broke, your folks find your lighter\n  start_ms: 71370\n  end_ms: 74160\n- text: You lose a few fights and learn you ain't a fighter\n  start_ms: 74160\n  end_ms: 77800\n- text: You know what's wrong and you know what's right\n  start_ms: 77800\n  end_ms: 80620\n- text: But you wanna be cool on a Friday night\n  start_ms: 80620\n  end_ms: 83690\n- text: Somebody puts a bottle in front of your face\n  start_ms: 83690\n  end_ms: 86280\n- text: For the first time you're stuck between a hard place and a rock\n  start_ms: 86280\n  end_ms: 93370\n- text: A rock\n  start_ms: 93370\n  end_ms: 96440\n- text: A rock\n  start_ms: 96440\n  end_ms: 99430\n- text: Red Rock, sing it back, here we go\n  start_ms: 99430\n  end_ms: 101750\n- text: La da da da da da\n  start_ms: 101750\n  end_ms: 105080\n- text: (La da da da da da)\n  start_ms: 105080\n  end_ms: 108050\n- text: (La da da da da da)\n  start_ms: 108050\n  end_ms: 114490\n- text: Then you're paying bills and you're working hard\n  start_ms: 114490\n  end_ms: 117990\n- text: And you're with your friends at the local bar\n  start_ms: 117990\n  end_ms: 121040\n- text: Hook up with someone, tell 'em how you feel\n  start_ms: 121040\n  end_ms: 123870\n- text: And just like that it's something real\n  start_ms: 123870\n  end_ms: 126800\n- text: Then you meet their mom and you meet their dad\n  start_ms: 126800\n  end_ms: 129970\n- text: Start having thoughts that you never had\n  start_ms: 129970\n  end_ms: 133080\n- text: Like that's the kinda thing worth waking up for\n  start_ms: 133080\n  end_ms: 136520\n- text: Next thing you know you're saving up for a rock\n  start_ms: 136520\n  end_ms: 142670\n- text: A rock\n  start_ms: 142670\n  end_ms: 145100\n- text: A rock\n  start_ms: 145100\n  end_ms: 146750\n- text: Somebody get engaged up there or what? 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Yeah, let's go\n  La-da-da-da-da-da\n  La-da-da-da-da-da\n  La-da-da-da-da-da\n\n  And one day your breath costs life itself\n  Your book gets hung on Heaven's shelf\n  They say a few words like it's a damn shame\n  Then they lay you down and they write your name on (a rock)\n  (A rock)\n  (A rock)\n\n  Congrats to whoever that is up there\n  Yeah, we're all just living life on a rock\n  We're all just living life on a rock\n  We're all just living life on a rock\n  Yeah, we're all just living life on a rock\n  We're all just living life on a rock\n  We're all just living life on a rock\n  We're all just living life on a rock\n  Yeah, we're all just living life\n  Yeah, we're all just living life\n  Yeah, we're all just living life\n\n  La-da-da-da-da-da\n  (La da da da da da)\n  (La da da da da da)\n  You guys sound fuckin' awesome, one more time\n  La-da-da-da-da-da\n  La-da-da-da-da\n  La-da-da-da-da\n\n  This song is called Six Feet Under\n"},{"id":18126963,"name":"SOLD OUT (Live 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me\n[00:38.99] I'm still the same old redneck fuck, don't give a damn\n[00:42.74] Ain't afraid to throw a dead buck on my Instagram\n[00:46.48] Grain alcohol in my cup, got the whole house\n[00:49.87] Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out\n[00:56.35] Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out\n[01:02.83] Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out\n[01:18.85] Oh, middle finger to the sky, buddy that's right\n[01:22.85] I don't sprinkle Dixie Crystal on my half-time\n[01:26.11] Keep your in crowd, I'll be the outcast\n[01:29.76] I'll be country 'til I'm dead, that's on my last name\n[01:34.57] Is a whole lot bigger than I thought it'd be\n[01:37.91] A lotta things changed\n[01:41.79] But if there's something you should know about me\n[01:45.26] I'm still the same old redneck fuck, don't give a damn\n[01:48.92] Ain't afraid to throw a dead buck on my Instagram\n[01:52.24] Grain alcohol in my cup, got the whole house\n[01:55.92] Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out\n[02:02.97] Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out\n[02:09.30] Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out\n[02:25.20] Yeah, middle finger to the sky 'til I'm gone and dead\n[02:28.80] .44 in the Ford for the copperheads\n[02:32.23] Alcohol in my cup, got the whole house\n[02:35.63] Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out\n[02:38.88] Middle finger to the sky 'til I'm gone and dead\n[02:42.05] .44 in the Ford for the copperheads\n[02:45.45] Alcohol in my cup, got the whole house\n[02:48.90] Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out\n[02:52.69] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: SOLD OUT (Live from Red Rocks)\n  artist: HARDY\n  album: HARDY (Live from Red Rocks)\n  duration_ms: 234000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Gold records on my sheetrock\n  start_ms: 12080\n  end_ms: 15740\n- text: Not bad for a boy from Mississippi\n  start_ms: 15740\n  end_ms: 18400\n- text: Yeah, I could buy a Maybach\n  start_ms: 18400\n  end_ms: 22320\n- text: But I'm still in my F-150\n  start_ms: 22320\n  end_ms: 25140\n- text: And my last name\n  start_ms: 25140\n  end_ms: 28390\n- text: It's a whole lot bigger than I thought it'd be\n  start_ms: 28390\n  end_ms: 31780\n- text: A lotta things changed\n  start_ms: 31780\n  end_ms: 35660\n- text: Except one thing, me\n  start_ms: 35660\n  end_ms: 38990\n- text: I'm still the same old redneck fuck, don't give a damn\n  start_ms: 38990\n  end_ms: 42740\n- text: Ain't afraid to throw a dead buck on my Instagram\n  start_ms: 42740\n  end_ms: 46480\n- text: Grain alcohol in my cup, got the whole house\n  start_ms: 46480\n  end_ms: 49870\n- text: Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out\n  start_ms: 49870\n  end_ms: 56350\n- text: Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out\n  start_ms: 56350\n  end_ms: 62830\n- text: Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out\n  start_ms: 62830\n  end_ms: 78850\n- text: Oh, middle finger to the sky, buddy that's right\n  start_ms: 78850\n  end_ms: 82850\n- text: I don't sprinkle Dixie Crystal on my half-time\n  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dead\n  .44 in the Ford for the copperheads\n  Alcohol in my cup, got the whole house\n  Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out\n  Middle finger to the sky 'til I'm gone and dead\n  .44 in the Ford for the copperheads\n  Alcohol in my cup, got the whole house\n  Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out\n"},{"id":17581135,"name":"HAPPY HOUR (Live from Red Rocks)","trackName":"HAPPY HOUR (Live from Red Rocks)","artistName":"HARDY","albumName":"HARDY (Live from Red Rocks)","duration":163.474286,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"So I don't know why they call it happy hour\n'Cause I've been feeling bad, drinking whiskey but I'm sour\nThis shit ain't coming back and I'm looking 'round the bar\nTalking out mad 'cause they call it happy hour\nBut everybody in here is sad\nI'm so sad\n\nIt's sunny and it's 75\nWhat the hell am I doing in here?\nStaring at a half-lit neon sign\nAnd I don't even like that beer\nIt's like nobody wants to be in this place\nBut nobody wants to go home\nAin't it funny how we're all in here together\nBut we're all sitting all alone\n\nSo I don't know why they call it happy hour\n'Cause I've been feeling bad, drinking whiskey but I'm sour\nThis shit ain't coming back and I'm looking 'round the bar\nTalking out mad 'cause they call it happy hour\nBut everybody in here is sad\nSo sad\n\nAll the drunks drink for cheap, shit, that's what they should call it\nAll got somewhere to be, but we're all alcoholics\nSo we numb all the pain while the sun's still in the sky\nBut damn, what's more depressin' than a fucking hangover at night?\n\nMy stupid eyes got me drunk\nI got some bills that ain't paid\nI got a truck in the shower\nAin't got no smile on my face\nYeah, we might save a few bucks\nBut that ain't saving our souls\nSo I don't know, I don't know\n\nSo I don't know why they call it happy hour\n'Cause I've been feeling bad, drinking whiskey but I'm sour\nThis shit ain't coming back and I'm looking 'round the bar\nTalking out mad 'cause they call it happy hour\nBut everybody in here is sad\nSo sad","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.58] So I don't know why they call it happy hour\n[00:03.04] 'Cause I've been feeling bad, drinking whiskey but I'm sour\n[00:08.56] This shit ain't coming back and I'm looking 'round the bar\n[00:12.46] Talking out mad 'cause they call it happy hour\n[00:14.39] But everybody in here is sad\n[00:20.12] I'm so sad\n[00:25.46] It's sunny and it's 75\n[00:27.77] What the hell am I doing in here?\n[00:32.16] Staring at a half-lit neon sign\n[00:35.56] And I don't even like that beer\n[00:38.21] It's like nobody wants to be in this place\n[00:42.37] But nobody wants to go home\n[00:46.24] Ain't it funny how we're all in here together\n[00:51.00] But we're all sitting all alone\n[00:53.78] So I don't know why they call it happy hour\n[00:56.86] 'Cause I've been feeling bad, drinking whiskey but I'm sour\n[01:00.52] This shit ain't coming back and I'm looking 'round the bar\n[01:04.50] Talking out mad 'cause they call it happy hour\n[01:08.35] But everybody in here is sad\n[01:14.21] So sad\n[01:20.17] All the drunks drink for cheap, shit, that's what they should call it\n[01:22.02] All got somewhere to be, but we're all alcoholics\n[01:26.16] So we numb all the pain while the sun's still in the sky\n[01:29.89] But damn, what's more depressin' than a fucking hangover at night?\n[01:49.89] My stupid eyes got me drunk\n[01:51.78] I got some bills that ain't paid\n[01:53.61] I got a truck in the shower\n[01:55.64] Ain't got no smile on my face\n[01:57.31] Yeah, we might save a few bucks\n[01:59.31] But that ain't saving our souls\n[02:01.48] So I don't know, I don't know\n[02:04.00] So I don't know why they call it happy hour\n[02:06.65] 'Cause I've been feeling bad, drinking whiskey but I'm sour\n[02:12.95] This shit ain't coming back and I'm looking 'round the bar\n[02:16.15] Talking out mad 'cause they call it happy hour\n[02:18.06] But everybody in here is sad\n[02:23.78] So 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is sad\n  So sad\n"},{"id":17582471,"name":"God’s Country (Live from Red Rocks)","trackName":"God’s Country (Live from Red Rocks)","artistName":"HARDY","albumName":"HARDY (Live from Red Rocks)","duration":207.960816,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Right outside of this one church town\nThere's a gold dirt road to a whole lot of nothin'\nGot a deed to the land, but it ain't my ground\nThis is (God's country)\nWe pray for rain, and thank Him when it's fallen\n'Cause it brings a grain and a little bit of money\nWe put it back in the plate\nI guess that's why they call it (God's country)\nLemme hear you sing in Red Rocks\n\nI saw the light in the (sunrise)\n(Sittin' back in a 40 on the muddy riverside)\n(Gettin' baptized in holy water and 'shine)\n(With the dogs runnin')\nSaved by the sound of the been found\nDixie whistled in the wind, that'll get you Heaven bound\nThe devil went down to Georgia, but he didn't stick around\nThis is (God's country)\n\nWe turned the 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country), listen to me!\n\nThere's ten thousand fucking people in here tonight, alright?\nFrom the front to the fucking top of this place\nHARDY wants to hear ten thousand motherfuckers from the front to the top\nGo! Go!\n\nU-S-A\n(U-S-A)\n(U-S-A)\n(U-S-A)\n(U-S-A)\n(U-S-A)\n(U-S-A)\n(U-S-A)\n(U-S-A)\n(U-S-A)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.43] Right outside of this one church town\n[00:04.26] There's a gold dirt road to a whole lot of nothin'\n[00:07.80] Got a deed to the land, but it ain't my ground\n[00:11.37] This is (God's country)\n[00:14.99] We pray for rain, and thank Him when it's fallen\n[00:18.32] 'Cause it brings a grain and a little bit of money\n[00:21.67] We put it back in the plate\n[00:23.60] I guess that's why they call it (God's country)\n[00:26.55] Lemme hear you sing in Red Rocks\n[00:28.85] I saw the light in the (sunrise)\n[00:32.26] (Sittin' back in a 40 on the muddy riverside)\n[00:35.98] (Gettin' baptized in holy water and 'shine)\n[00:39.08] (With the dogs runnin')\n[00:42.54] Saved by the sound of the been found\n[00:44.47] Dixie whistled in the wind, that'll get you Heaven bound\n[00:48.87] The devil went down to Georgia, but he didn't stick around\n[00:52.28] This is (God's country)\n[00:59.93] We turned the dirt and worked until the week's done\n[01:02.93] We take a break and break bread on Sunday\n[01:06.18] And then do it all again\n[01:07.66] 'Cause we're proud to be from God's country, yeah\n[01:13.62] I saw the light in the sunrise\n[01:16.18] Sittin' back in a 40 on the muddy riverside\n[01:19.83] Gettin' baptized in holy water and 'shine\n[01:23.46] With the dogs runnin'\n[01:27.00] Saved by the sound of the been found\n[01:29.87] Dixie whistled in the wind, that'll get you Heaven bound\n[01:33.33] The devil went down to Georgia, but he didn't stick around\n[01:36.77] This is God's country, yeah\n[01:40.77] \n[02:07.77] I don't care what my headstone reads\n[02:11.22] Or what kind of pinewood box I end up in\n[02:14.79] When it's my time, lay me six-feet deep\n[02:17.83] (In God's country) sing it with me one more time\n[02:22.23] I saw the light in the (sunrise)\n[02:25.28] (Sittin' back in a 40 on the muddy riverside)\n[02:28.32] (Gettin' baptized in holy water and 'shine)\n[02:31.34] (With the dogs runnin')\n[02:33.65] Louder!\n[02:35.24] Saved by the sound of the been found\n[02:38.60] Dixie whistled in the wind, that'll get you Heaven bound\n[02:41.79] The devil went down to Georgia, but he didn't stick around\n[02:45.29] This is (God's country), listen to me!\n[02:49.27] There's ten thousand fucking people in here tonight, alright?\n[02:52.87] From the front to the fucking top of this place\n[02:56.33] HARDY wants to hear ten thousand motherfuckers from the front to the top\n[03:00.84] Go! 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43140\n  end_ms: 48170\n- text: She's probably at\n  start_ms: 48170\n  end_ms: 49520\n- text: Some gun and pawn\n  start_ms: 49520\n  end_ms: 50520\n- text: Laughing 'cause\n  start_ms: 50520\n  end_ms: 52240\n- text: My automatic's gone\n  start_ms: 52240\n  end_ms: 53900\n- text: Bet she could get\n  start_ms: 53900\n  end_ms: 55910\n- text: About a rack or so\n  start_ms: 55910\n  end_ms: 57310\n- text: Enough to fill her up and get her where she's gotta go\n  start_ms: 57310\n  end_ms: 60490\n- text: But she ain't messed my season up\n  start_ms: 60490\n  end_ms: 64030\n- text: I had a backup under my bed\n  start_ms: 64030\n  end_ms: 67350\n- text: Go on and pawn it 'cause what's\n  start_ms: 67350\n  end_ms: 70730\n- text: One less .30-06 to a redneck\n  start_ms: 70730\n  end_ms: 77290\n- text: What's one less .30-06 to a redneck\n  start_ms: 77290\n  end_ms: 84240\n- text: What's one less .30-06 to a redneck\n  start_ms: 84240\n  end_ms: 86770\n- text: Yeah, you can bet your 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Crockett holler with 'Country Boy Can Survive'\nGet fucked up on my back 40, point my pistol to the sky\nMake it go pow-pow-pow, somebody gotta go, 'Wow, wow, wow\nThat boy's got some demons, he's a heathen\nPut him at a pew, he needs some Jesus now, now, now'\nI don't know how, how, how or when it will be\nAll I know's I'm gonna live this redneck life until it kills me\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.23] This song is called Jim Bob\n[00:17.78] Jim Bob drinks his coffee with a Pall Mall and a Keystone\n[00:21.16] Sits out on his front porch with his flea-infested dogs\n[00:25.14] Caught a little shrapnel from some boom-boom in his knee bone\n[00:29.18] Pops a half a Percocet to keep the hurtin' off\n[00:32.67] And they say, \"Jim Bob, go to work, quit livin' for the buzz\n[00:36.55] Jim Bob, go to church,\" Jim Bob never does\n[00:40.57] \"We don't wanna see you waste your life away\"\n[00:44.56] He lights another cigarette and all he's got to say is\n[00:48.16] \"All I wanna do until they lay my body down's\n[00:51.96] Take my pills, pay my bills, blow the rest all on some Crown\n[00:56.03] Fill this Boone and Crockett holler with 'Country Boy Can Survive'\n[00:59.70] Get fucked up on my back 40, point my pistol to the sky\n[01:03.44] Make it go pow-pow-pow, somebody gotta go, 'Wow, wow, wow\n[01:06.85] That boy's got some demons, hе's a heathen\n[01:09.34] Put him at a pew, hе needs some Jesus now, now, now'\n[01:12.78] I don't know how, how, how or when it will be\n[01:15.44] All I know's I'm gonna live this redneck life until it kills me\"\n[01:42.62] Jim Bob's got his name already written on some granite\n[01:46.45] Main Street Cemetery, underneath that water oak\n[01:50.20] He says he never seen it 'cause he hates them city limits\n[01:53.89] In the back of a black Cadillac's the only way he'll go\n[01:57.67] \"All I wanna do until they lay my body down's\n[02:01.42] Take my pills, pay my bills, blow the rest all on some Crown\n[02:05.33] Fill this Boone and Crockett holler with 'Country Boy Can Survive'\n[02:09.23] Get fucked up on my back 40, point my pistol to the sky\n[02:13.01] Make it go pow-pow-pow, somebody gotta go, 'Wow, wow, wow\n[02:16.59] That boy's got some demons, he's a heathen\n[02:19.11] Put him at a pew, he needs some Jesus now, now, now'\n[02:22.54] I don't know how, how, how or when it will be\n[02:25.17] All I know's I'm gonna live this redneck life until it kills me\"\n[02:30.27] \n[02:52.96] \"All I wanna do until they lay my body down's\n[02:55.62] Take my pills, pay my bills, blow the rest all on some Crown\n[02:59.63] Fill this Boone and Crockett holler with 'Country Boy Can Survive'\n[03:03.49] Get fucked up on my back 40, point my pistol to the sky\n[03:07.30] Make it go pow-pow-pow, somebody gotta go, 'Wow, wow, wow\n[03:10.71] That boy's got some demons, he's a heathen\n[03:13.44] Put him at a pew, he needs some Jesus now, now, now'\n[03:16.46] I don't know how, how, how or when it will be\n[03:19.37] All I know's I'm gonna live this redneck life until it kills me\"\n[03:24.90] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Jim Bob (Live from Red Rocks)\n  artist: Hardy\n  album: HARDY (Live from Red Rocks)\n  duration_ms: 226847\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: This song is called Jim Bob\n  start_ms: 1230\n  end_ms: 17780\n- text: Jim Bob drinks his coffee with a Pall Mall and a Keystone\n  start_ms: 17780\n  end_ms: 21160\n- text: Sits out on his front porch with his flea-infested dogs\n  start_ms: 21160\n  end_ms: 25140\n- text: Caught a little shrapnel from some boom-boom in his knee bone\n  start_ms: 25140\n  end_ms: 29180\n- text: Pops a half a Percocet to keep the hurtin' off\n  start_ms: 29180\n  end_ms: 32670\n- text: And they say, \"Jim Bob, go to work, quit livin' for the buzz\n  start_ms: 32670\n  end_ms: 36550\n- text: Jim Bob, go to church,\" Jim Bob never does\n  start_ms: 36550\n  end_ms: 40570\n- text: '\"We don''t wanna see you waste your life away\"'\n  start_ms: 40570\n  end_ms: 44560\n- text: He lights another cigarette and all he's got to say is\n  start_ms: 44560\n  end_ms: 48160\n- text: '\"All I wanna do until they lay my body down''s'\n  start_ms: 48160\n  end_ms: 51960\n- text: Take my pills, pay my bills, blow the rest all on some Crown\n  start_ms: 51960\n  end_ms: 56030\n- text: Fill this Boone and Crockett holler with 'Country Boy Can Survive'\n  start_ms: 56030\n  end_ms: 59700\n- text: Get fucked up on my back 40, point my pistol to the sky\n  start_ms: 59700\n  end_ms: 63440\n- text: Make it go pow-pow-pow, somebody gotta go, 'Wow, wow, wow\n  start_ms: 63440\n  end_ms: 66850\n- text: That boy's got some demons, hе's a heathen\n  start_ms: 66850\n  end_ms: 69340\n- text: Put him at a pew, hе needs some Jesus now, now, now'\n  start_ms: 69340\n  end_ms: 72780\n- text: I don't know how, how, how or when it will be\n  start_ms: 72780\n  end_ms: 75440\n- text: All I know's I'm gonna live this redneck life until it kills me\"\n  start_ms: 75440\n  end_ms: 102620\n- text: Jim Bob's got his name already written on some granite\n  start_ms: 102620\n  end_ms: 106450\n- text: Main Street Cemetery, underneath that water oak\n  start_ms: 106450\n  end_ms: 110200\n- text: He says he never seen it 'cause he hates them city limits\n  start_ms: 110200\n  end_ms: 113890\n- text: In the back of a black Cadillac's the only way he'll go\n  start_ms: 113890\n  end_ms: 117670\n- text: '\"All I wanna do until they lay my body down''s'\n  start_ms: 117670\n  end_ms: 121420\n- text: Take my pills, pay my bills, blow the rest all on some Crown\n  start_ms: 121420\n  end_ms: 125330\n- text: Fill this Boone and Crockett holler with 'Country Boy Can Survive'\n  start_ms: 125330\n  end_ms: 129230\n- text: Get fucked up on my back 40, point my pistol to the sky\n  start_ms: 129230\n  end_ms: 133010\n- text: Make it go pow-pow-pow, somebody gotta go, 'Wow, wow, wow\n  start_ms: 133010\n  end_ms: 136590\n- text: That boy's got 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heathen\n  start_ms: 190710\n  end_ms: 193440\n- text: Put him at a pew, he needs some Jesus now, now, now'\n  start_ms: 193440\n  end_ms: 196460\n- text: I don't know how, how, how or when it will be\n  start_ms: 196460\n  end_ms: 199370\n- text: All I know's I'm gonna live this redneck life until it kills me\"\n  start_ms: 199370\n  end_ms: 204900\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 204900\nplain: |-\n  This song is called Jim Bob\n\n  Jim Bob drinks his coffee with a Pall Mall and a Keystone\n  Sits out on his front porch with his flea-infested dogs\n  Caught a little shrapnel from some boom-boom in his knee bone\n  Pops a half a Percocet to keep the hurtin' off\n  And they say, \"Jim Bob, go to work, quit livin' for the buzz\n  Jim Bob, go to church,\" Jim Bob never does\n  \"We don't wanna see you waste your life away\"\n  He lights another cigarette and all he's got to say is\n\n  \"All I wanna do until they lay my body down's\n  Take my pills, pay my bills, blow the rest all on some Crown\n  Fill this Boone and Crockett holler with 'Country Boy Can Survive'\n  Get fucked up on my back 40, point my pistol to the sky\n  Make it go pow-pow-pow, somebody gotta go, 'Wow, wow, wow\n  That boy's got some demons, hе's a heathen\n  Put him at a pew, hе needs some Jesus now, now, now'\n  I don't know how, how, how or when it will be\n  All I know's I'm gonna live this redneck life until it kills me\"\n\n  Jim Bob's got his name already written on some granite\n  Main Street Cemetery, underneath that water oak\n  He says he never seen it 'cause he hates them city limits\n  In the back of a black Cadillac's the only way he'll go\n\n  \"All I wanna do until they lay my body down's\n  Take my pills, pay my bills, blow the rest all on some Crown\n  Fill this Boone and Crockett holler with 'Country Boy Can Survive'\n  Get fucked up on my back 40, point my pistol to the sky\n  Make it go pow-pow-pow, somebody gotta go, 'Wow, wow, wow\n  That boy's got some demons, he's a heathen\n  Put him at a pew, he needs some Jesus now, now, now'\n  I don't know how, how, how or when it will be\n  All I know's I'm gonna live this redneck life until it kills me\"\n\n  \"All I wanna do until they lay my body down's\n  Take my pills, pay my bills, blow the rest all on some Crown\n  Fill this Boone and Crockett holler with 'Country Boy Can Survive'\n  Get fucked up on my back 40, point my pistol to the sky\n  Make it go pow-pow-pow, somebody gotta go, 'Wow, wow, wow\n  That boy's got some demons, he's a heathen\n  Put him at a pew, he needs some Jesus now, now, now'\n  I don't know how, how, how or when it will be\n  All I know's I'm gonna live this redneck life until it kills me\"\n"}]