Brantley Gilbert - Them Boys lyrics

Look at them boys in the back of that truck
Somebody ought to jerk a knot in their butts
Out riding around like they own this town
That racket turned all the way up
It's too early for school to let out
And the Pastor's boy just
Threw a cigarette out
I sure hope there ain't beer in them cups
'Cause our star quarterback's turning them up

Them boys don't know one thing about life
True love or trouble, struggle or strife
They think it's all just fun and games
Like laws and rules or balls and chains
Treating little girls like hearts don't break
Treating old men like hands don't shake
I pray it's just a
Phase they're going through
Yeah but what are we going
To do with them boys

I heard ol' Franks grandson got caught
With a case full of beer
That Smith boy bought
Y'all didn't hear all of this from me
But, I heard they got it with a fake ID
Them boys

Looking back on the times we shared
From rock 'n roll to these rocking chairs
The same ones our granddads sat in
By this old woodstove in this hardware store
Talking the gossip the weather and war
And how much trouble we were in

Oh, you can bet they said back then
They don't know a thing about love
About life them boys