Kidd G - Folks Back Home lyrics
Jonathan Gabriel Horne
[Kidd G - Folks Back Home lyrics]
Folks back home still burn it
Down to the sound
Of a six string strumming on a Friday night
Folks back home still sippin' shine
Those creek lines sittin' on an
Edge of a mountainside
My boys back home still hardcore drinking
Playing beer pong chilin' on a Saturday night
Just got back home
Layin' low with my friends and my
Family on a Sunday night
Oh, that's the story of my life
Starry skies looking like the city lights
Down the road where the gravel turns to dirt
There's a country boy and a small town girl
Yeah
Oh, here's to the folks back home
Turnin' up still drinkin' on a backroad
Ridin' slow oh, here's to my home grown zone
Bump it on the speakers of
This small town radio
Folks back home all say the
Same thing, love y'all
I'm gon' see y'all soon
Folks back home always use the grapevine
We don't ever watch no channel news
These girls back home never wear red bottoms
They all rock cowgirl boots
My boys back home all
Drink them Nattys, yeah
That's just what we do
Oh, that's the story of my life
Starry skies looking like the city lights
Down the road where the gravel turns to dirt
There's a country boy and a small town girl
Yeah
Oh, here's to the folks back home
Turnin' up still drinkin' on a backroad
Ridin' slow oh, here's to my home grown zone
Bump it on the speakers of
This small town radio
Oh, here's to my truck back home
Knows every back road, dirt road, mud hole
Oh, our roots ain't overgrown
So crack a beer
Raise a glass for the folks back home
(Here's to the folks back home)
Oh, here's to the folks back home
Turnin' up still drinkin' on a backroad
Ridin' slow oh, here's to my home grown zone
Bump it on the speakers of
This small town radio
Oh, here's to my truck back home
Knows every back road, dirt road, mud hole
Oh, our roots ain't overgrown
So crack a beer
Raise a glass for the folks back home
Down to the sound
Of a six string strumming on a Friday night
Folks back home still sippin' shine
Those creek lines sittin' on an
Edge of a mountainside
My boys back home still hardcore drinking
Playing beer pong chilin' on a Saturday night
Just got back home
Layin' low with my friends and my
Family on a Sunday night
Oh, that's the story of my life
Starry skies looking like the city lights
Down the road where the gravel turns to dirt
There's a country boy and a small town girl
Yeah
Oh, here's to the folks back home
Turnin' up still drinkin' on a backroad
Ridin' slow oh, here's to my home grown zone
Bump it on the speakers of
This small town radio
Folks back home all say the
Same thing, love y'all
I'm gon' see y'all soon
Folks back home always use the grapevine
We don't ever watch no channel news
These girls back home never wear red bottoms
They all rock cowgirl boots
My boys back home all
Drink them Nattys, yeah
That's just what we do
Oh, that's the story of my life
Starry skies looking like the city lights
Down the road where the gravel turns to dirt
There's a country boy and a small town girl
Yeah
Oh, here's to the folks back home
Turnin' up still drinkin' on a backroad
Ridin' slow oh, here's to my home grown zone
Bump it on the speakers of
This small town radio
Oh, here's to my truck back home
Knows every back road, dirt road, mud hole
Oh, our roots ain't overgrown
So crack a beer
Raise a glass for the folks back home
(Here's to the folks back home)
Oh, here's to the folks back home
Turnin' up still drinkin' on a backroad
Ridin' slow oh, here's to my home grown zone
Bump it on the speakers of
This small town radio
Oh, here's to my truck back home
Knows every back road, dirt road, mud hole
Oh, our roots ain't overgrown
So crack a beer
Raise a glass for the folks back home