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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
The boys back home ain't more than a stones
Throw from a 6-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
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And their dreams are Carhartt and chrome
The boys back home
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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
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 2]
They wear worn-out boots and take off their hats
For suppers and sermons, 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
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Cause it's all chert rock roads
For the boys back home
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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
[Instrumental]
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[Bridge]
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 truck
Singin' along to the radio
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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 the men that I've known
There ain't none like the boys back home
So here's one for the boys back home
[Instrumental]
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[Outro]
Yeah, here's one for the boys back home