Let Your Boys Be Country

Let your boys be country Let 'em keep that red dirt on his boots Make 'em proud of that middle nowhere He's got down in his roots Let 'em work in a hay field, sweating For a little summer cash Raise 'em hard, raise 'em tough Bring 'em up to have their brother's back Let 'em ride 'round trucks, making backroad noise Let 'em hang out on Friday, gettin' wild with the boys Let 'em go to the woods in the cold, painted up camo green Yeah, let 'em chase, let 'em fall for a small-town girl Let everything inside these county lines be his whole world You want him to grow up to be someone he's damn proud to be Mamas, let your boys be country (Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh) Teach 'em "Yes, ma'am" and "No, ma'am" And never turn down a cold beer Tell 'em there ain't nothin' greener Than the grass you're standing on right here (yeah) Let 'em ride 'round trucks, making backroad noise Let 'em hang out on Friday, gettin' wild with the boys Let 'em go to the woods in the cold, painted up camo green Yeah, let 'em chase, let 'em fall for a small-town girl Let everything inside these county lines be his whole world You want him to grow up to be someone he's damn proud to be Mamas, let your boys be country (Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh) Mamas, let your boys be country (Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh) Yeah, let 'em chase, let 'em fall for a small-town girl Let everything inside these county lines be his whole world You want him to grow up to be someone he's damn proud to be Mamas, let your boys be country Let 'em ride 'round trucks, making backroad noise (oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh) Let 'em hang out on Friday, gettin' wild with the boys (oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh) Let 'em go to the woods in the cold, painted up camo green (oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh) Mamas, let your boys be country Let your boys be country --- Let Your Boys Be Country - Jason Aldean