wait in the truck - HARDY & Lainey Wilson

Me and Hannah did everything together Said we'd be best friends forever Then her mama got a job that was better, across the parish line And I was one summer shy of 11 When Granddaddy took a ride up to Heaven It ain't ever been an easy lesson on how to say goodbye They say, "What don't kill you makes you stronger" and I believe that's right Through every low-down beatin' this old heart's taken A whisper in the dark says I won't make it I know it's just the devil doin' what he does, tryin' to make me suffer No matter what the battle is keeping me prayin' I gotta be strong, I gotta keep saying I'm gonna make it through, one way or the other Life is tough, but this girl's tougher I'm a sucker for a boy with blue eyes A pair of boots and an old four-wheel drive So, when I saw you in the July moonlight I thought, "Oh, good Lord" I let you lay that sun kiss on me And open up that truck door for me Now I find out that I ain't the only girl you're doing that for You're gonna get a good cry from me tonight, but nothin' more Through every low-down beatin' this old heart's taken A whisper in the dark says I won't make it I know it's just the devil doin' what he does, tryin' to make me suffer No matter what the battle is keeping me prayin' I gotta be strong, I gotta keep saying I'm gonna make it through it, one way or the other Life is tough, but this girl's tougher Than anything you throw my way Yeah, I might bend but I won't break You ain't the first, won't be the last to make me feel this way Through every low-down beatin' this old heart's taken A whisper in the dark says I won't make it I know it's just the devil doin' what he does, tryin' to make me suffer No matter what the battle is keeping me prayin' I gotta be strong, I gotta keep saying I'm gonna make it through it one way or the other Life is tough, but this girl's tougher Life is tough But this girl's tougher

Big heart, big smile Big voice on the radio dial Like a country music modern day apostle Yeah, I leaned in like it was gospel W-W-D-D That's the bottom line for me My go-to compass and my golden rule When life rings my southern bell I just gotta ask myself, hell What would Dolly do? In them heels In that dress Wouldn't put up with no BS She'd kill ya with some kindness, take the high road Turn a little rain into a rainbow W-W-D-D That's the bottom line for me My go-to compass and my golden rule When life rings my southern bell I just gotta ask myself, hell What would Dolly do? Didn't let dirt poor hold her back And getting told no, it don't mean jack Ain't scared of nothing ain't nobody's fool Don't put up with heartbreak, boys like you W-W-D-D That's the bottom line for me My go-to compass and my golden rule When life rings my southern bell I just gotta ask myself, hell What would Dolly do? I said hell what would, Dolly do? Hey, what would Dolly do?

Wanna know the truth, well, I wrote it down I got a PHD, in thinkin' out loud No book to buy, it's more like a list It ain't long kinda goes like this Tell it like it is, don't sugar coat it Take it to the bank so you can't blow it Use a little duct tape, if you done broke it When it don't start you might have to choke it If it gets too tall you can just mow it Ain't tall enough sit back and grow it And if you gotta drawl you best just own it So put a little y'all in your pipe and smoke it Can't find a barstool, just find a porch Hell, whiskey's cheaper at the liquor store When life gets you down, go buy a dog And in the end, you'll be better off If you tell it like it is, don't sugar coat it Take it to thе bank so you can't blow it Use a little duct tape, if you donе broke it When it don't start, you might have to choke it If it gets too tall, you can just mow it Ain't tall enough, sit back and grow it And if you gotta drawl, you best just own it So put a little y'all in your pipe and smoke it Whoo, whoo Yeah hit that for me one more time Whoo, whoo And if it gets too tall, you can just mow it Ain't tall enough, sit back and grow it And if you gotta drawl, you best just own it So put a little y'all in your pipe and smoke it Smoke it, smoke it Smoke it, smoke it

Dont worry I ain't gonna say a word Run your name deep down in the dirt It'll stay between me and her Dont worry I ain't gonna say a word It ain't nobody's buisness anyway If that's her perfume on my pillowcase Who really cares how many times you stay It ain't nobody's buisness anyway I like hell When anybody asks Till everybody I've been beggin you back If it makes you feel good I'm glad Turn my friends on me back home I'll just turn the other cheek and write another song But I can only keep the trick for so long Don't leave for the Microphone You wonder if it's you I'm talking bout Cause you won't hear your name come out my mouth Gonna make her have to turn her down You wonder if it's her I'm talkin bout I like hell When anybody asks Till everybody I've been beggin you back If it makes you feel good I'm glad Turn my friends on me back home I'll just turn the other cheek and write another song But I can only keep the trick for so long Don't leave for the Microphone I like hell When anybody asks Till everybody I've been beggin you back If it makes you feel good I'm glad Turn my friends on me back home I'll just turn the other cheek and write another song But I can only keep the trick for so long Don't leave for the Microphone Don't worry I ain't gonna say a word I only want what's best for you and her

Well, I pulled up, to that church of Christ With a broken heart, and bloodshot eyes Too hungover to go inside So, I hung my head and drove on by And I don't feel like Hallelujah With this aching in my chest So here I sit out on some backroad paper sack and Marlboro reds Drinking in my Sunday best Thought I really, really knew him well He was the one, far as I could tell But last night I caught him with somebody else And yeah, that preacher's son can go to hell And I don't feel like Hallelujah With this aching in my chest So here I sit out on some backroad paper sack and Marlboro reds Drinking in my Sunday bеst And yeah, I know that I'll get over him in timе But right now, forgiveness ain't something I can find And I don't feel like Hallelujah With this aching in my chest So here I sit out on some backroad paper sack and Marlboro reds Drinking, and I'm a mess Yeah, I'm drinking in my Sunday best When I pulled up to that church of Christ Oh, I'm gonna be here just drinking It's somethin' silly Hell, Jesus turned water into wine Hmm, pour me another one, hahaha Whoo, I'm drunk

My name ain't on every list But they say I'm where the party is I drive a Beamer through the mud Well, I'm kind of redneck Hollywood When you say LA, I think Louisiana Lower Alabama, stars up in the sky And I ain't been to California Way too far from Georgia But one day I might Bet there's more of us around From a different name, same small town Gucci lace can dress it up But country is as country does When you say LA, I think Louisiana Lower Alabama, stars up in the sky And I ain't been to California Way too far from Georgia But one day I might Dom Pérignon in Dixie cups Kind of redneck Hollywood Joplin meets Naomi Judd Kind of redneck Dom Pérignon in Dixie cups Kind of redneck Hollywood Joplin meets Naomi Judd Kind of redneck When you say LA, I think Louisiana Lower Alabama, stars up in the sky And I ain't been to California Way too far from Georgia But one day I might But one day I might When you say LA Well, I think Louisiana Pérignon in Dixie cups Kind of redneck Hollywood Joplin meets Naomi Judd Kind of redneck