
Date of issue: 13.08.2020
Song language: English
BFE |
Yeah, we grew up in the backseat |
Singin', tappin' bare feet |
Blaring daddy’s radio |
It was clothes on a clothes line |
Skears’s and porch lights |
Blue collar, read dirt road |
It was Ford, it was Chevy |
Longneck, bud heavies |
It was RC Cola Cokes |
It was blue jeans, school rings |
Dry, rotted tire swings |
And yeah, that’s all we know |
Yeah, here’s to the middle of nowhere |
Where the small town roots run deep |
If you know what I’m talkin' bout |
Yeah, you was raised like me |
I’m talkin' Florida, 'Bama, Georgia, Carolina, Louisiana, Mississippi, |
Texas to Tennessee |
So raise your beers, cheers, here’s to BFE |
It was chickens from the front yard |
Grillin' in the back yard |
Collared greens on the stove |
It was Becker, it was corn |
Praise the Lord I was born in a town nobody knows |
Yeah, here’s to the middle of nowhere |
Where the small town roots run deep |
If you know what I’m talkin' bout |
Yeah, you was raised like me |
I’m talkin' Florida, 'Bama, Georgia, Carolina, Louisiana, Mississippi, |
Texas to Tennessee |
So raise your beers, cheers, here’s to BFE |
Yeah, here’s to the middle of nowhere |
Where the small town roots run deep |
If you know what I’m talkin' bout |
Yeah, you was raised like me |
I’m talkin' Florida, 'Bama, Georgia, Carolina, Louisiana, Mississippi, |
Texas to Tennessee |
So raise your beers, cheers, here’s to BFE |
Yeah, raise your beers, cheers, here’s to BFE |