BFE

Lyrics

Yeah, we grew up in the backseat
 Singin', tappin' bare feet
 Blarin' daddy's radio
 It was clothes on the clothesline
 Skeeter's 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 BFE
 ♪
 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 BFE
 ♪
 (Play that thing)
 (C'mon!)
 ♪
 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 BFE
 Yeah, raise your beers, cheers, here's to BFE
 ♪
 Ooh, that's right
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:00
Key
10
Tempo
160 BPM

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