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 (let's go) To the ones keeping that dirt on their Carhartt Yeah, heading down to the bank to cash that work-hard 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 Just tell 'em about it 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