BFE

Yeah, we grew up in the backseat Singin', tappin' bare feet Blarin' daddy's radio It was clothes on the clothesline Skeeters zappin' porch lights Blue collar, red dirt road It was Ford, it was Chevy Longneck Bud heavies It was RC Cola cokes It was blue jeans, Skoal rings Dry-rotted tire swings Yeah, that's all we know Yeah, here's to the middle of nowhere Where the small town roots run deep If you know what I'm talkin' 'bout Yeah, you was raised like me Talkin' Florida, 'Bama, Georgia, Carolina Louisiana, Mississippi Texas to Tennessee So raise your beers, cheers Here's to B-F-E It was chickens from the front yard Grillin' in the backyard Collard greens on the stove It was 'baccer, it was corn Praise the Lord I was born In a town nobody knows Yeah, here's to the middle of nowhere Where the small town roots run deep If you know what I'm talkin' 'bout Yeah, you was raised like me Talkin' Florida, 'Bama, Georgia, Carolina Louisiana, Mississippi Texas to Tennessee So raise your beers, cheers Here's to B-F-E Play that thing Come on Yeah, here's to the middle of nowhere Where the small town roots run deep If you know what I'm talkin' 'bout Yeah, you was raised like me Talkin' Florida, 'Bama, Georgia, Carolina Louisiana, Mississippi Texas to Tennessee So raise your beers, cheers Here's to B-F-E Yeah, raise your beers, cheers Here's to B-F-E Ooh, that's right --- BFE - Kane Brown