Y’all Boys

Well, there's old boys got the kind of ride Gets fifty-five to the gallon. They listen to that new school, Never heard of George or Allen. There's old boys wear the kind of boots you Ain't supposed to get muddy in. Ain't got a dog that lives outside, Ain't got a buddy named Buddy. Yeah, I ain't hatin' on them boys, Grew up lockin' their doors. There's all kinds of boys up under the sun, Son, but this one's for. Y'all boys with that southern drawl, Boys. Hell, before you know, rollin' off just right. Man, that town is small, boys, But you'd have a ball, boys. Homemade alcohol a Saturday night. Yeah, truck stuck, who you gonna call? Pretty girl, who you gonna fall for? One of them back road runners. Man, I'm glad I'm one of 'em. Y'all boys. Yo, Hardy, go and tell 'em about the girl One time. 'Cause there's old girls that like gold And pearls, dippin' into trust fund money. Yeah, the radio and a Jack and Coke is The only thing they know country. They didn't grow up on no county road, They grew up on some street. And they think they know what kind of man They want until they meet. Y'all boys with that southern drawl, Boys. Hell, before you know, rollin' off just right. Man, that town is small, boys, But you'd have a ball, boys. Homemade alcohol on a Saturday night. Yeah, truck stuck, who you gonna call? Pretty girl, who you gonna fall for? One of them back road runners. Man, I'm glad I'm one of 'em. Y'all boys. State trophy in the hall, boys. Hangin' something that you hunted on the wall, Boys. You mess with one of us, You get us all, boys. Yeah, all the y'all boys with that southern drawl, Boys. Hell, before you know, rollin' off just right. Man, that town is small, boys, But you'd have a ball, boys. Homemade alcohol on a Saturday night. Yeah, truck stuck, who Pretty girl, Who you gonna fall for? One of them back road runners. Man, I'm glad I'm one 'em. Y'all boys.