Dylan Scott Boys Back Home

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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.

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.