Down Home Boys - Cole Swindell

If there’s a full moon hanging high

you can bet there’s a jacked up four wheel drive.

Cruising with the crew with a beer on ice,

looking for the girls that’ll let their hair down.

Lead us on, get us thinking they might

share a little sugar on a Friday night.

Making midnight memories lighting up the sky.

In the country side we turn it up loud.

Down here we keep the good times flowing,

red dirt flying, and the radio going.

We got each other’s back and everybody knows it,

yeah me and my down home boys

Know how to show a town what’s up we pass it around then fill it back up.

Ain’t nobody gonna live this life up like me and my down home boys.

We’re tighter than the tops will twist off

when the sun goes down and the work day’s gone.

Like something straight out of a country song,

raised up all farm tan tough.

With the scuffs all over our boots.

Little rough tangled up in our roots.

Yeah, we got a little soft side too

when the girls get us all wrapped up.

Down here we keep the good times flowing,

red dirt flying, and the radio going.

We got each other’s back and everybody knows it,

yeah me and my down home boys

Know how to show a town what’s up We pass it around then fill it back up.

Ain’t nobody gonna live this life up like me and my down home boys.