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.