I ain't got a dog that lives outside, I ain't got a buddy named Buddy. Yeah, I ain't hatin' on them boys, screw up lockin' their doors. There's all kinds of boys up front of the sun, son, but this one's for... Y'all boys, wake that southern drawl, boys, yeah, before you gnaw rolling off just right. Man, that town's a small, boys, but you have a ball, boys, homemade alcohol on a Saturday night. Yeah, trust they'll give a call, pretty girl, you gon' fall for one of them backbone runners. Man, I'm glad I'm one of them, ha, y'all boys. Yo, Artie, go tell them about the girls on the side. Cause those old girls are like golden pearls dipping into Trust Fund money. Yeah, the radio and the Jack and Coke is the only thing to no country. Didn't grow up on no county road, they grew up on some street. And they think they know what kind of man they want until they meet. Y'all boys, wake that southern drawl, boys, yeah, before you gnaw rolling off just right. Man, that town's a small, boys, but you have a ball, boys, homemade alcohol on a Saturday night. Yeah, trust they'll give a call, pretty girl, you gon' fall for one of them backbone runners. Man, I'm glad I'm one of them, ha, y'all boys. State trophy in the hall, boys, hanging something that you hunted on the wall, boys. You mess with one of us, you get us all, boys. Yeah, y'all boys, wake that southern drawl, boys, yeah, before you gnaw rolling off just right. Man, that town's a small, boys, but you have a ball, boys, homemade alcohol on a Saturday night. Yeah, trust they'll give a call, pretty girl, you gon' fall for one of them backbone runners. Man, I'm glad I'm one of them, ha, y'all boys.