Let Your Boys Be Country Songtext
Let your boys be country
Let 'em keep that red dirt on those 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 rowdy trucks
Let 'em keep that red dirt on those 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 rowdy trucks
Making backroad noise
Let 'em hang out on Friday
Getting wild with the boys
Let 'em go to the woods
In the cold painted up camo green
Yeah them cheeks, 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
Teach 'em yes ma'am and no ma'am
And never turn down a cold beer
Tell 'em there ain't nothing greener
Than the grass you're standing on right here
Let 'em ride rowdy trucks
Making backroad noise Let 'em hang out on Friday
Getting wild with the boys
Let 'em go to the woods
In the cold painted up camo green
Yeah them cheeks, 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
Mamas let your boys be country
Yeah them cheeks, 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 your boys be country
Let 'em hang out on Friday
Getting wild with the boys
Let 'em go to the woods
In the cold painted up camo green
Yeah them cheeks, 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
Teach 'em yes ma'am and no ma'am
And never turn down a cold beer
Tell 'em there ain't nothing greener
Than the grass you're standing on right here
Let 'em ride rowdy trucks
Making backroad noise Let 'em hang out on Friday
Getting wild with the boys
Let 'em go to the woods
In the cold painted up camo green
Yeah them cheeks, 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
Mamas let your boys be country
Yeah them cheeks, 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 your boys be country
