We were wilder than the Dukes of Hazzard
Waylon, Willie, Hank even Haggard
12s in the back cutoff flow masters
Tearing up dirt roads, green pastures
We weren't always up to no good
But we weren't always that bad
For a bunch of boys, with nothin' to do
Everything used, wasn't nothin' new
Boys, with nothin' to lose
But a lure off a line, or a case pocket knife
Boys, with nothin' but time
And beer and whitetail deer to kill
A bunch of boys
Chasing girls, that had a thing for
A bunch of boys with nothin'
Man, we were somethin'
For a bunch of boys with nothin'
We'd spend five dollars on a quarter tank of gas
Five more on a cold 6 pack
John Prine time on an old 8 track
Follow the smoke to where the party's at
We'd let the tailgate down
Whenever we found
A bunch of boys, with nothin' to do
Everything used, wasn't nothin' new
Boys, with nothin' to lose
But a lure off a line, or a case pocket knife
Boys, with nothin' but time
And beer and whitetail deer to kill
A bunch of boys
Chasin' girls, that had a thing for
A bunch of boys with nothin'
Man, we were somethin'
For a bunch of boys with nothin'
We were just boys with nothin' but love
For our mommas, hometown
And the good Lord above
Boys with nothin' to hide
You got what you saw
Wrong or right
Just a bunch of boys, with nothin' to do
Everything used, wasn't nothin' new
Boys, with nothin' to lose
But a lure off a line, or a case pocket knife
Boys, with nothin' but time
And beer and whitetail deer to kill
A bunch of boys
Chasin' girls, that had a thing for
A bunch of boys with nothin'
Man, we were somethin'
For a bunch of boys with nothin'
