Folks Back Home

Folks back home still burn it down To the sound of a six-string strumming on a Friday night Folks back home still sippin' shine Those creek lines sittin' on an edge of a mountainside My boys back home still hardcore drinking Playing beer pong chilin' on a Saturday night Just got back home, layin' low with my friends And my family on a Sunday night Oh, that's the story of my life Starry skies looking like the city lights Down the road where the gravel turns to dirt There's a country boy and a small town girl, yeah Oh, here's to the folks back home Turnin' up still drinkin' on a backroad, ridin' slow Oh, here's to my home-grown zone Bump it on the speakers of this small town radio Folks back home all say the same thing Love y'all, I'm gon' see y'all soon Folks back home always use the grapevine We don't ever watch no channel news These girls back home never wear red bottoms They all rock cowgirl boots My boys back home all drink them Nattys, yeah, that's just what we do Oh, that's the story of my life Starry skies looking like the city lights Down the road where the gravel turns to dirt There's a country boy and a small town girl, yeah Oh, here's to the folks back home Turnin' up still drinkin' on a backroad, ridin' slow Oh, here's to my home-grown zone Bump it on the speakers of this small town radio Oh, here's to my truck back home Knows every back road, dirt road, mudhole Oh, our roots ain't overgrown So, crack a beer, raise a glass for the folks back home (Here's to the folks back home) Oh, here's to the folks back home Turnin' up still drinkin' on a backroad, ridin' slow Oh, here's to my home-grown zone Bump it on the speakers of this small town radio Oh, here's to my truck back home Knows every back road, dirt road, mudhole Oh, our roots ain't overgrown So, crack a beer, raise a glass for the folks back home