Pretty Boy
It ain't the number on a barbell or the notches on your belt
Not the stack of 12 ounce curl PBRs that you're givin' hell
It ain't the locker-room talk or the shiner on your eye
Not the pat on your back when your old man asks you, "How'd you leave the other guy?"
Makes you a man, hard to understand
You're the pretty boy, the funny boy
The trumpet in a marchin' band real McCoy
The skinny kid that don't fit in
You've always been a little bit different
You gotta sing your song in the middle of all their noise
Being strong ain't so pretty, boy
So you're not the quarterback
Coal rollin' in a truck that's jacked
Not tough enough 'cause you don't have a buck
With enough points on a rack
No, it ain't all that
You're the pretty boy, the funny boy
The trumpet in a marchin' band real McCoy
The skinny kid that don't fit in
You've always been a little bit different
You gotta sing your song in the middle of all their noise
Being strong ain't so pretty, boy
Oh, oh-oh, it ain't so pretty boy, ooh
They say it's a negative
That you're sensitive
But momma always said that that's a positive
So take the high road, hold onto hope
Beat to your own drum and let it fill your soul
Stay humble kid, you won't fit in
You'll always be a little different
So sing your song in the middle of that noise
You sing that song in the middle of that noise
Stay strong, pretty boy
Not the stack of 12 ounce curl PBRs that you're givin' hell
It ain't the locker-room talk or the shiner on your eye
Not the pat on your back when your old man asks you, "How'd you leave the other guy?"
Makes you a man, hard to understand
You're the pretty boy, the funny boy
The trumpet in a marchin' band real McCoy
The skinny kid that don't fit in
You've always been a little bit different
You gotta sing your song in the middle of all their noise
Being strong ain't so pretty, boy
So you're not the quarterback
Coal rollin' in a truck that's jacked
Not tough enough 'cause you don't have a buck
With enough points on a rack
No, it ain't all that
You're the pretty boy, the funny boy
The trumpet in a marchin' band real McCoy
The skinny kid that don't fit in
You've always been a little bit different
You gotta sing your song in the middle of all their noise
Being strong ain't so pretty, boy
Oh, oh-oh, it ain't so pretty boy, ooh
They say it's a negative
That you're sensitive
But momma always said that that's a positive
So take the high road, hold onto hope
Beat to your own drum and let it fill your soul
Stay humble kid, you won't fit in
You'll always be a little different
So sing your song in the middle of that noise
You sing that song in the middle of that noise
Stay strong, pretty boy
Credits
Writer(s): Tom Douglas, Hailey Whitters, Travis Hill
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