Capo: 1st fret
[Intro]
C C F C
C C F C
[Verse 1]
C
The boys back home ain't more than a stones
F
Throw from a 6-pack, pinch of Wintergreen Skoal
C
They ain't scared of nothin', except for your brothers
F
They walk like their daddies, marry girls like their mothers
[Pre-Chorus]
G F
And their dreams are Carhartt and chrome
C
The boys back home
[Chorus]
F C
They'd drive me around on those Friday nights
F C G
And they taught me to drink, and they taught me to fight
C F C
When I think about all of the men that I've known
G C
There ain't none like the boys back home
[Instrumental]
C C F C
C C F C
[Verse 2]
C
They wear worn-out boots and take off their hats
F
For suppers and sermons, funerals and flags
C
They'll bail you out of a ditch or a bar
F
And they won't be caught dead in no electric car
[Pre-Chorus]
G F
Cause it's all chert rock roads
C
For the boys back home
[Chorus]
F C
They'd drive me around on those Friday nights
F C G
And they taught me to kiss, and they taught me to cry
C F C
When I think about all of the men that I've known
G C
There ain't none like the boys back home
[Instrumental]
F F C C
F F C G
[Bridge]
F C
Well, I left that town and we all grew up
F C G
But sometimes I still miss that girl that I was
C F C
When I was a shotgun seat in their truck
G F
Singin' along to the radio
[Chorus]
F C
When they'd drive me around on those Friday nights
F C G
Learned a little 'bout love and a lot about life
C F C
And when I think about all the men that I've known
G C
There ain't none like the boys back home
G C
So here's one for the boys back home
[Instrumental]
F F C C
F F C G
C C F G
The boys back home ain't more than a stone's
Throw from a six-pack, pinch of wintergreen Skoal
They ain't scared of nothin' except for your brothers
They walk like their daddies, marry girls like their mothers
And their dreams are Carhartt and chrome
The boys back home
They drive me around on those Friday nights
And they taught me to drink and they taught me to fight
When I think about all of the men that I've known
There ain't none like the boys back home
They wear worn-out boots, they take off their hats
For suppers and sermons, funerals and flags
They'll bail you out of a ditch or a bar
And they won't be caught dead in no electric car
'Cause it's all sure rock roads
For the boys back home
They drive me around on those Friday nights
And they taught me to kiss and they taught me to cry
When I think about all of the men that I've known
There ain't none like the boys back home
Well, I left that town and we all grew up
But sometimes I still miss that girl that I was
When I was a shotgun seat in their trucks
Singin' along to the radio
When they drive me around on those Friday nights
Learned a little 'bout love and a lot about life
And when I think about all of the men that I've known
There ain't none like the boys back home
So, here's one for the boys back home
Yeah, here's one for the boys back home
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