Y’all Boys

Well theres those boys got the kinda ride gettin 55 to the gallon
They listen to that new school, never heard of George or Alan
Theres those boys wear the kinda boots you aint supposed to get muddy
Aint got a dog that lives outside, aint got a buddy named Buddy
Yeah, I aint hatin on them boys, grew up lockin their doors
Theres all kinds of boys up under the sun
Son, but this ones for ...
Yall boys with that southern drawl, boys
Here before you naw rollin off just right
Man, that town is small, boys, but you 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 back road runners
Man, Im glad Im one of em
Yall boys
(Yo Hardy, go tell em bout the girls one time)
Theres those girls that like gold and pearls
Dippin into trust fund money (Cha-ching)
Yeah, the radio and the Jack n Coke
Is the only thing they know country
Didnt grow up on no county road
They grew up on some street
They think they know what kind of man they want
Until they meet ...
Yall boys with that southern drawl, boys
Here before you naw rollin off just right
Man, that town is small, boys, but you 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 back road runners
Man Im glad Im one of em
Yall boys
State trophy in the hall, boys
Hangin somethin that you hunted on the wall, boys
You mess with one of us, you get us all boys
Yeah all of yall boys with that southern drawl, boys
Here before you naw rollin off just right
Man, that town is small, boys, but you 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 back road runners
Man Im glad Im one of em
Yall boys