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