Give Em Hell - Marc Broussard

Wondering what you’d say if you were here

May just be some harsh and biting joke

Told with a love meant to inspire

A self-reflecting glance into the soul

I know that I could count upon a welcome

But what exactly would you say to me

If you knew that I was having trouble coping

With the questions your departure seems to leave

But I think I might know what you’d wanna say

Give em hell for me

Dry your stupid eyes, you big baby

You should give em hell for me

Don’t you ever take it too seriously

Lucky to have come to know you

As much as it pains me to say

But still too unbelievable to fathom

That we won’t get at least another day

Plenty of us left to rally for you

We plan to play for Harper June in June

And as we’re fading in the tribute

You’d probably be slightly unamused

Give em hell for me

Dry your stupid eyes, you big baby

You should give em hell for me

Don’t you ever take it too seriously

Oh

Out on that mistry road

We’ll burn it down til the morning

And we’ll never hear you say

Not even once that you were wrong

So we’ll give em hell for you

And we’ll dry our crying eyes

And we’ll try not to be such a dummy

And we’ll give em hell

Oh, give em hell

Oh, give em hell

Oh, oh, oh

You know, you know,

you know i will give em hell