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



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Anderson, Bonnie Dymond, Lawrence Stoll
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