The boys back home ain't more than a stone's Throw from a six-pack, pinch of Wintergreen Skoal They ain't scared of nothin' except for your brothers They walk like their daddies, marry girls like their mothers And their dreams are Carhartt and Chrome, the boys back home They drive me around on those Friday nights And they taught me to drink, and they taught me to fight When I think about all of the men that I've known There ain't none like the boys back home ♪ They wear worn-out boots, they take off their hats For suppers and sermons, funerals and flags They'll bail you out of a ditch or a bar And they won't be caught dead in no electric car 'Cause it's all sure rock roads for the boys back home They drive me around on those Friday nights And they taught me to kiss, and they taught me to cry When I think about all of the men that I've known There ain't none like the boys back home ♪ Well, I left that town, and we all grew up But sometimes I still miss that girl that I was When I was a shotgun seat in their trucks Singin' along to the radio When they drive me around on those Friday nights Learned a little 'bout love and a lot about life And when I think about all of the men that I've known There ain't none like the boys back home So, here's one for the boys back home ♪ Yeah, here's one for the boys back home