Y’all Boys

Well there's those boys, got the kinda ride Get 55 to the gallon They listen to that new school Never heard of George or Alan There's those boys wear the kinda boots Who you ain't suppose to get muddy Ain't got a dog that lives outside Ain't got a buddy named Buddy Yeah I ain't hating 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 on a Saturday night Yeah, truck stuck, who you gon' call? Pretty girl, who you gon' fall for? One of them backroad runners Man, I'm glad I'm one of Y'all boys (Yo Hardy Go on tell 'em 'bout the girls one time) Cause there's those girls, they're 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 Didn't 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 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 gon' call? Pretty girl, who you gon' fall for? One of them backroad runners Man, I'm glad I'm one of Y'all 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 y'all boys with that southern drawl boys Hell before you naw, 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 gon' call? Pretty girl who you gon' fall for? One of them backroad runners Man, I'm glad I'm one of Y'all boys