Well theres those boys, got the kinda ride
Get 55 to the gallon
They listen to that new school
Never heard of George or Alan
Theres those boys wear the kinda boots
Who you aint suppose to get muddy
Aint got a dog that lives outside
Aint got a buddy named Buddy
Yeah I aint hating on them boys
Grew up lockin their doors
Theres all kinds of boys up under the sun, son
But this ones for
Yall boys with that southern drawl boys
Hell before you know, rollin off just right
Man that town is small boys
But youd have a ball boys
Homemade alcohol on a Saturday night
Yeah, truck stuck, who you gon call?
Pretty girl, who you gon fall for?
One of them backroad runners
Man, Im glad Im one of
Yall boys
Yo Hardy
Go on tell em bout the girls one time
Cause theres those girls, theyre like golden pearls
Dipping in to trust fund money cha-ching
Yeah, the radio and the Jack and Coke
Is the only thing they know country
Didnt grow up on no county round
They grew up on some street
And they think they know what kind of man
They want until they meet
Yall boys with that southern drawl boys
Hell before you know, rollin off just right
Man, that town is small boys
But youd have a ball boys
Homemade alcohol on a Saturday night
Yeah, truck stuck, who you gon call?
Pretty girl, who you gon fall for?
One of them backroad runners
Man, Im glad Im one of
Yall boys
State trophy in the hall boys
Hanging somethin that you hunted on the wall boys
You mess with one of us
You get us all boys
Yeah all of yall boys with that southern drawl boys
Hell before you naw, rollin off just right
Man that town is small boys
But youd have a ball boys
Homemade alcohol on a Saturday night
Yeah, truck stuck, who you gon call?
Pretty girl who you gon fall for?
One of them backroad runners
Man, Im glad Im one of
Yall boys