Hailey Whitters - Boys Back Home

                [Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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The boys back home ain’t more than a stone’s
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Throw from a six-pack, pinch of wintergreen Skoal
       C 
They ain’t scared of nothin’ except for your brothers
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They walk like their daddies, marry girls like their mothers
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And their dreams are Carhartt and chrome
               C
The boys back home

[Chorus]
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They drive me around on those Friday nights
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And they taught me to drink and they taught me to fight
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When I think about all of the men that I’ve known
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There ain’t none like the boys back home

[Interlude]
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[Verse 2]
      C   
They w?ar worn-out boots, they take off their hats
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For supp?rs and sermons, funerals and flags
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They’ll bail you out of a ditch or a bar
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And they won’t be caught dead in no electric car
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‘Cause it’s all sure rock roads
                   C
For the boys back home

[Chorus]
       F                  C          
They 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]
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[Bridge]
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Well, I left that town and we all grew up
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But sometimes I still miss that girl that I was
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When I was a shotgun seat in their trucks
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Singin’ along to the radio

[Chorus]
       F                  C          
They 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
            G                     C   
So, here’s one for the boys back home

[Instrumental]
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[Outro]
              G                     C 
Yeah, here’s one for the boys back home