HARDY - BROKE BOY: chords

D
I filled up, maxed that Discover
                                           Em
Bought a can of snuff, dropped ten for the cover
     G
Had fifteen bucks to drink down my supper
I was broke, boy
          D
Then she walked in the door, lookin’ like a million
                                         Em
Never seen her before, but man, I had a feelin’
           G
She’s the kind if you swing and miss
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:
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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
                         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
Damn, son, you got some pretty good game for a
  D
broke boy

D
(Broke boy, whiskey in your Coke, boy)
(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)
                      Bm  G
(Broke boy, broke boy)

We woke up to the heat of that summer
And that one night turned into two hundred
Now she tells me that she loves me right
before she goes to bed
And she wouldn't be saying that if I never said

Chorus

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

Chorus:
My truck was parked in that parking lot
Every one of them backseat beers got drank
I didn't have a dime to my last name
Aw, but she took mine and I got the Lord to thank
That a "yes" turned into an all-night kiss
On the top of a dropped tailgate
And man, I couldn't help but think to myself (Damn)
Damn, son, you got some pretty good game for
a broke boy

Broke boy, whiskey in your Coke, boy
Lookin' back now, kinda funny like a joke, boy
Mississippi queen that deserves it all
Who'da thought a right-on-the-money honey'd
Ever fall for a broke boy

A right-on-the-money honey'd
Ever fall for a broke boy