Boys

I see you drive a Chevy, I drive one too
 Hell I'll drive it in the ground 'fore I buy one new
 I bet you fish in the summer, and hunt in the fall
 Looks like we're cut from the same cloth
 Yeah the truth is we'd probably get along
 Got the same taste in women, whiskey, and songs
 Braves caps on the dash, and dogs back home
 There's a pretty good chance that you and me would be boys
 But she's yours
 Yea how's her sister doing, she still in LA?
 Does she still call up her momma on the phone everyday
 Does she still talk about getting out and seeing the world
 Man if I were you, I'd hang on to that girl
 Yeah the truth is we'd probably get along
 Got the same taste in women, whiskey, and songs
 Braves caps on the dash, and dogs back home
 There's a pretty good chance that you and me would be boys
 But she's yours
 Maybe if we met another place or some other time
 But I'll never get over her not being mine
 Yeah the truth is we'd probably get along
 Got the same taste in women, whiskey, and songs
 Braves caps on the dash, and dogs back home
 There's a pretty good chance that you and me would be boys
 But she's yours
 Yes, she's yours
 Yes, she's yours