The pride of Philadelphia, Mississippi has earned his reputation as “a promising purveyor of keeping the spirit of classic heavy Southern rock alive” (American Songwriter), “capable of writing the big hits for radio, obstinate enough to do something completely unexpected, and savvy enough to find the throughline for it all” (Rolling Stone). A three-time CMA Triple Play award recipient, HARDY is the reigning ACM Songwriter of the Year, the 2022 BMI Country Songwriter of the Year, and a two-time AIMP Songwriter of the Year.
HARDY has written 12 #1 singles since 2018, including his own double platinum #1 single “ONE BEER” feat. Lauren Alaina + Devin Dawson, and chart-topping, platinum Dierks Bentley + BRELAND collaboration, “Beers On Me.” He's previously toured with Thomas Rhett, Morgan Wallen, Florida Georgia Line, Jason Aldean, Cole Swindell, and more, and is headlining a 19-date, nationwide, sold-out run now on the mockingbird & THE CROW Tour.
TRUCK BED
Hardy Lyrics
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With a bone-dry bottle of Jack I was pourin'
Damn, she got some nerve way she kicked me to the curb
Guess you could say I got what I deserve
'Cause I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this mornin'
Yeah
She said, "Don't come home if you go to the bar"
2 AM I knock-knock-knock up on the door
But she never unlock-locked it, guess I don't live there no more
Yeah, she meant business this time
I can't believe my bloodshot eyes
I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this mornin'
With a bone-dry bottle of Jack I was pourin'
Damn, she got some nerve way she kicked me to the curb
Guess you could say I got what I deserve
'Cause I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this mornin'
Yeah
I used that empty bag of corn to rest my head
A camo jacket for a blanket then passed out like I was dead
Still got one heck of a buzz
If I look-like a trainwreck it's because
I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this mornin'
With a bone-dry bottle of Jack I was pourin'
Damn, she got some nerve way she kicked me to the curb
Guess you could say I got what I deserve
'Cause I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this mornin', yeah
I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this mornin', yes, I did
I can't believe I gotta be at work at nine
That fuckin' bird's about to catch this .45
Oh, I guess if this really is goodbye
At least I took my boots off this time, uh
I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this mornin'
With a bone-dry bottle of Jack I was pourin'
Damn she got some nerve way she kicked me to the curb
Guess you could say I got what I deserve
I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this mornin'
With a bone-dry bottle of Jack I was pourin'
Damn she got some nerve way she kicked me to the curb
Guess you could say I got what I deserve
In Hardy's song "TRUCK BED," the lyrics depict a story of a man waking up on the "wrong side of the truck bed" after a night of heavy drinking and a tumultuous relationship. The singer wakes up with a dry bottle of Jack Daniels, symbolizing his excessive drinking. He acknowledges that he deserves the consequences of his actions, namely being kicked to the curb by his partner. The refrain emphasizes the regret and consequences of his irresponsible behavior.
The lyrics reveal the singer's defiance towards his partner's demand not to go to the bar, leading him to get drunk and attempt to reconcile later in the night. However, he finds the door locked and realizes he no longer has a place to call home. Despite his situation, he manages to find humor in the irony of taking his boots off before bed, contrasting with his usual behavior. The song conveys a mix of regret, self-deprecating humor, and acceptance of responsibility for his actions.
Overall, "TRUCK BED" explores the themes of excessive drinking, failed relationships, and the consequences of one's actions. It showcases the singer's self-awareness and recognition of his mistakes, highlighting the bittersweet nature of the situation.
Line by Line Meaning
I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning
I started the day feeling off and unsettled
With a bone dry bottle of Jack I's pouring
I was drinking alone, feeling empty and unsatisfied
Damn, she got some nerve when she kicked me to the curb
She had the audacity to reject and dismiss me
Guess you can say I got what I deserve
I acknowledge that I brought this upon myself
'Cause I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed this morning
My circumstances reflect my internal state of turmoil
She said don't come home if you go to the bar
She gave me an ultimatum not to return if I went out drinking
So I said, 'Okay, baby' then got drunk out in the yard
I agreed superficially, but proceeded to get intoxicated close to home
2 AM I knock knock knocked up on the door
In the early hours of the morning, I desperately tried to gain entry
But she never unlock locked it, guess I don't live there no more
She intentionally denied me access, indicating that I am no longer welcome
Yeah she meant business this time
Her actions conveyed a serious and final decision
I can't believe my bloodshot eyes
I am shocked by the physical evidence of my excessive drinking
I used that empty bag of corn to rest my head
In my intoxicated state, I resorted to using a corn bag as a makeshift pillow
A camo jacket for a blanket then passed out like I was dead
I covered myself with a camouflage jacket and slept deeply, oblivious to my surroundings
Still got one heck of a buzz
I am still feeling the effects of the alcohol, strongly intoxicated
If I look a train wreck it's because
My disheveled appearance and behavior are a direct result of my choices
I can't believe I gotta be at work at nine
I realize with disbelief that I have work responsibilities in the morning
That fuckin' birds about to catch this 45
I express frustration towards the bird that will wake me up with its chirping
Oh, I guess if this really is goodbye
If our relationship is truly over,
Ha, at least I took my boots off this time, uh
I find some solace in the fact that I removed my boots before passing out
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Ashley Glenn Gorley, Hunter Michael Phelps, Michael Wilson Hardy, Benjamin Joel Johnson
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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