[Intro: Dylan Marlowe]
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)
[Verse 1: Dylan Marlowe]
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
[Chorus: Dylan Marlowe, Yung Gravy]
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
Hеll yeah, it's been too long
This one right herе's to the boys back home
Boys back home, baby (Yeah, tell 'em about it)
[Verse 2: Yung Gravy]
Got a pack of Timberwolves back in Minnesota (Ooh)
Sippin' purple rain and howling at the moon all night
Picklebacks and firing silver bullets (Silver bullets)
And it's cold as hell, nah, we don't need a Yeti full of ice
Midwest really cold as hell, baby (Sheesh)
[Pre-Chorus: Yung Gravy]
Knockin' boots, feeling loose
Tippin' back a spotted cow
Off the juice, hundred proof
Yeah, we Midwest bound, and down (Baby)
Life is what you make it
Hit my hometown for vacation
With the same gang I was raised with
Boys back home go crazy
[Chorus: Dylan Marlowe & Yung Gravy, Yung Gravy]
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
Boys back home, baby
To them boys back home, baby
Day ones, damn
[Chorus: Dylan Marlowe, Yung Gravy, Both]
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
Yeah, this one right here's to the boys back home
Boys back home, baby
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