Y'all Boys

Well there's those boys, got the kind of ride

Get fifty-five to the gallon

They listen to that new school

Never heard of George or Alan

There's those boys, wear the kind of boots

You ain't supposed to get muddy

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 ya 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's stuck, who you gon' call

Pretty girl who you gon' fall for

One of them back road runners

Man I'm glad I'm one of

Y'all boys

(Yo Hardy, go on tell 'em 'bout the girls one time)

There's those girls that like gold and pearls

Dippin' in to trust fund money (cha-ching)

Yeah their radio and their 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 ya 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's stuck, who you gon' call

Pretty girl who you gon' fall for

One of them back road runners

Man I'm glad I'm one of

Y'all 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 y'all boys

With that southern drawl boys

Hell before ya 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's stuck, who you gon' call

Pretty girl who you gon' fall for

One of them back road runners

Man I'm glad I'm one of

Y'all boys