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Larry Fleet

Boys With Nothin'

 

Boys With Nothin'

(album: Workin' Hard - 2019)


We were wilder than the Dukes of Hazzard
Waylon, Willie, Hank even Haggard
12s in the back cutoff flow masters
Tearing up dirt roads and green pastures

We weren't always up to no good
But we weren't always that bad for

A bunch of boys, with nothing to do
Everything used, wasn't nothing new
Boys, with nothing to lose
But a lure off a line, or a case pocket knife
Boys, with nothing but time
And beer and whitetail deer to kill
A bunch of boys
Chasing girls, that had a thing for
A bunch of boys with nothing
Man, we were something
For a bunch of boys with nothing

We'd spend five dollars on a quarter tank of gas
Five more on a cold 6 pack
John Prine time on an old 8 track
Follow the smoke to where the party's at

We'd let the tailgate down
Whenever we found

A bunch of boys, with nothing to do
Everything used, wasn't nothing new
Boys, with nothing to lose
But a lure off a line, or a case pocket knife
Boys, with nothing but time
And beer and whitetail deer to kill
A bunch of boys
Chasing girls, that had a thing for
A bunch of boys with nothing
Man, we were something
For a bunch of boys with nothing

We were just boys with nothing but love
For our mommas, hometown
And the good lord above
Boys with nothing to hide
Ya got what ya saw
Wrong or right

Just a bunch of boys, with nothing to do
Everything used, wasn't nothing new
Boys, with nothing to lose
But a lure off a line, or a case pocket knife
Boys, with nothing but time
And beer and whitetail deer to kill
A bunch of boys
Chasing girls, that had a thing for
A bunch of boys with nothing
Man, we were something
For a bunch of boys with nothing

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