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James Johnston

COUNTRY BOYS

 

COUNTRY BOYS


Dirt bikes on weekends
And trucks we'd take drifting
Yeah, that's what we called toys
Old boots and blue jeans
No, there's no mistaking
We were country boys

No city in sight
Dirt road for miles
Yeah, it was a hell of a life

Cause we were
Building bonfires on Friday nights
We were
Chasing round them girls we liked
We were
Just some kids hanging out in the middle of nowhere

We were
Spending summers swimming in that creek
No, we didn't have much
But we had all we need
No, it wasn't our choice
But I'm thankful I was
One of them small town, knock around
Country boys

Oh oh oh oh...
One of them country boys

Jump off the deep end
To prove you're a real man
Was something you couldn't avoid
Na, it's just what you did
When you grew up like this
As one of them, country boys

Yeah, we were
Building bonfires on Friday nights
We were
Chasing round them girls we liked
We were
Just some kids hanging out in the middle of nowhere

We were
Spending summers swimming in that creek
No, we didn't have much
But we had all we need
No, it wasn't our choice
But I'm thankful I was
One of them small town, knock around
Country boys

Yeah, one of them country boys...

No city in sight
Dirt road for miles
Yeah, it was a hell of a life

Cause we were
Building bonfires on Friday nights
We were
Chasing round them girls we liked
We were
Just some kids hanging out in the middle of nowhere

Just like wind we were
Spending summers swimming in that creek
No, we didn't have much
But we had all we need
It wasn't our choice
But I'm thankful I was
One of them small town, knock around
Country boys

Oh oh oh oh
One of them country boys...

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