Boys Back Home

C | C | F | C | C | C | F | C | C The boys back home ain't more than a stones F Throw from a 6-pack, pinch of Wintergreen Skoal C They ain't scared of nothin', except for your brothers F They walk like their daddies, marry girls like their mothers G F And their dreams are Carhartt and chrome C The boys back home F C They'd drive me around on those Friday nights F C G And they taught me to drink, and they taught me to fight C F C When I think about all of the men that I've known G C There ain't none like the boys back home C | C | F | C | C | C | F | C | C They wear worn-out boots and take off their hats F For suppers and sermons, funerals and flags C They'll bail you out of a ditch or a bar F And they won't be caught dead in no electric car G F Cause it's all chert rock roads C For the boys back home F C They'd drive me around on those Friday nights F C G And they taught me to kiss, and they taught me to cry C F C When I think about all of the men that I've known G C There ain't none like the boys back home F | F | C | C | F | F | C | G | F C Well, I left that town and we all grew up F C G But sometimes I still miss that girl that I was C F C When I was a shotgun seat in their truck G F Singin' along to the radio F C When they'd drive me around on those Friday nights F C G Learned a little 'bout love and a lot about life C F C And when I think about all the men that I've known G C There ain't none like the boys back home G C So here's one for the boys back home F | F | C | C | F | F | C | G | C | C | F | G | G C Yeah, here's one for the boys back home