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Kidd G

Folks Back Home

 

Folks Back Home

(album: Down Home Boy - 2021)


Folks back home still burn it down to the sound of a six string strumming on a Friday night
Folks back home still sipping shine, those creek lines sitting on an edge of a mountainside
My boys back home still hardcore drinking, playing beer pong chiling on a Saturday night
Just got back home, laying 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
Turning up still drinking on a backroad, riding 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
Turning up still drinking on a backroad, riding 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, mud hole
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
Turning up still drinking on a backroad, riding 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, mud hole
Oh, our roots ain't overgrown
So crack a beer, raise a glass for the folks back home

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