Boys Back Home Songtext

To the ones pushing that needle in the red in a diesel
They my kinda people underneath them stars

Down in Georgia
Yeah, I got one for ya

Yeah, here's to the boys back home
Drinking dirt-road beers on a Friday night
Yeah, I'm wishing I was with y'all
Singing them old songs
Trucks circled up 'round a farm fire

Putting paint on that small town
Turning dirt into them dust clouds
Hell yeah, it's been too long
This one right here's to the boys back home

I know you're holding that hometown down
Doing nothing to do like nobody does
I know I can't be right there, right now But Lord knows I'm wishing I was
Yeah, so I'm gonna raise one up

Here's to the boys back home
Drinking dirt-road beers on a Friday night
Yeah, I'm wishing I was with y'all
Singing them old songs
Trucks circled up 'round a farm fire

Putting paint on that small town
Turning dirt into them dust clouds
Hell yeah, it's been too long
This one right here's to the boys back home
To the boys back home

Yeah, here's to the boys back home
Drinking dirt-road beers on a Friday night
Yeah, I'm wishing I was with y'all
Singing them old songs
Trucks circled up 'round a farm fire

Putting paint on that small town
Turning dirt into them dust clouds
Hell yeah, it's been too long
This one right here's to the boys back home
Here's to the boys back home
Yeah, this one right here's to the boys back home