Hailey Whitters - Boys Back Home lyrics
[Hailey Whitters - Boys Back Home lyrics]
The boys back home ain't
More than a stone's
Throw from a six-pack
Pinch of wintergreen Skoal
They ain't scared of nothin'
Except for your brothers
They walk like their daddies
Marry girls like their mothers
And their dreams are Carhartt and chrome
The boys back home
They'd drive me around on
Those Friday nights
And they taught me to drink and
They taught me to fight
When I think about all of
The men that I've known
There ain't none like the boys back home
They wеar worn-out boots and
Take off their hats
For suppers and sеrmons, funerals and flags
They'll bail you out of a ditch or a bar
And they won't be caught dead
In no electric car
'Cause it's all chert rock roads
For the boys back home
They'd drive me around on
Those Friday nights
And they taught me to kiss and
They taught me to cry
When I think about all of
The men that I've known
There ain't none like the boys back home
Well, I left that town and we all grew up
But sometimes I still miss that
Girl that I was
When I was a shotgun seat in their trucks
Singin' along to the radio
When they'd drive me around
On those Friday nights
Learned a little 'bout love and
A lot about life
And when I think about all of
The men that I've known
There ain't none like the boys back home
So, here's one for the boys back home
Yeah, here's one for the boys back home
More than a stone's
Throw from a six-pack
Pinch of wintergreen Skoal
They ain't scared of nothin'
Except for your brothers
They walk like their daddies
Marry girls like their mothers
And their dreams are Carhartt and chrome
The boys back home
They'd drive me around on
Those Friday nights
And they taught me to drink and
They taught me to fight
When I think about all of
The men that I've known
There ain't none like the boys back home
They wеar worn-out boots and
Take off their hats
For suppers and sеrmons, funerals and flags
They'll bail you out of a ditch or a bar
And they won't be caught dead
In no electric car
'Cause it's all chert rock roads
For the boys back home
They'd drive me around on
Those Friday nights
And they taught me to kiss and
They taught me to cry
When I think about all of
The men that I've known
There ain't none like the boys back home
Well, I left that town and we all grew up
But sometimes I still miss that
Girl that I was
When I was a shotgun seat in their trucks
Singin' along to the radio
When they'd drive me around
On those Friday nights
Learned a little 'bout love and
A lot about life
And when I think about all of
The men that I've known
There ain't none like the boys back home
So, here's one for the boys back home
Yeah, here's one for the boys back home