Pure Bread Country Boy

I Come From An Old Dusty Road.
Not To Many People Ever Go.

All We Ate Was What We Could Grow.
What We Shot Or What We Caught On That Old Fishing Pole.

Knew Hard Work Long Before I Was 10, Yeah My Granny & Paw Paw Raised Real Men.

They Didn't Spare The Rod But Teach Us How To Act.
Taught Us The Importance Of Family, Love & To Have Your Brother's Back.

Well I'm A Long Way From Where I Used To Be
But That Dirt Road Runs Inside Of Me.
Worked Us Hard Out In That Field.
That's Why My Back & My Hands Are Made Of Steele.
We Run Like Wolves & We Stick To The Pack.
So When You Come Around Best, Not Talk Not Smack.
Feel This Song Come On, Make Some Noise, For Those Pure Bread Southern Raised Country Boys.

Seen Some Crazy Stuff, I've Done Some Crazy Things.
Well I've Whooped Some Ass & I Took Some Names.

Worked Real Hard For Everything I Have.
I Earned Every Last Dime With These Two Hands.

I Ain't Got Much, But I Ain't Got Greed.
All I Need Is Good Faith & My Family.
Anytime Of Day, We'll Come To Help You Out.
That's How The Families Roll In The South.

Well I'm A Long Way From Where I Used To Be
But That Dirt Road Runs Inside Of Me.

Worked Us Hard Out In That Field.
That's Why My Back & My Hands Are Made Of Steele.
We Run Like Wolves & We Stick To The Pack.
So When You Come Around Best, Not Talk Not Smack.
Feel This Song Come On, Make Some Noise, For Those Pure Bread Southern Raised Country Boys.

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We Come From Texas, From Louisiana, Some Are Out Of Georgia & Down In Alabama.

Well I'm A Long Way From Where I Used To Be
But That Dirt Road Runs Inside Of Me.
Worked Us Hard Out In That Field.
That's Why My Back & My Hands Are Made Of Steele.
We Run Like Wolves & We Stick To The Pack.
So When You Come Around Best, Not Talk Not Smack.
Feel This Song Come On, Make Some Noise, For Those Pure Bread Southern Raised Country Boys.

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Country Boys
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Country Boys