作词 : Greyson Chance/Sam Harris/Ryan Linvill
作曲 : Greyson Chance/Sam Harris/Ryan Linvill
Oh to be a hand on your wrist
Squeezing that shit until it opened up your first
I, oh I
Tried to be a friend to you but
Now we’re rolling on the ground cracking ribs, kicking dust up
Mama said quit it, but you never really listen

I can feel the blood rush to my head
It was a gut punch, when you said
I wasn’t no one
Boy you hit a home run
I can feel the house shake
Screaming at me ’til your jaw breaks
I know you hate me, but I’ll warn ya
Boy I’ll always love ya
So go ahead and blame it on your redneck nature
Hey brother hit me with your haymaker

If I could be the gun on your hip
I’d scratch my name on every bullet in your clip bang, bang, bang
Go on and take your aim
Cause brother we got the same blood
Grew up trucking through the same mud
Engines red from the same rust
So what’s in you, is what’s in me

And I can feel the blood rush to my head
It was a gut punch, when you said
I wasn’t no one
Boy you hit a home run
I can feel the house shake
Screaming at me ’til your jaw breaks
I know you hate me, but I’ll warn ya
Boy I’ll always love ya
So go ahead and blame it on your redneck nature
Hey brother hit me with your haymaker