Down Home Boy Lyrics

Born twenty miles outside of town, up a road only trucks and tractor’s go down.
Two bare feet’s how you got around, growin up a down home boy.
Ate what we planted in the ol red clay, sun burned from workin’ in the field a day.
You use what you learn in the FFA , growing up a down home boy.

(CHORUS) Down home boys have roots that don’t break loose and pull up in the first hard rain. They got grandma’s bible, grandpa’s rifle and well water in their veins.
Could-a cut my first tooth on a silver spoon. Thank God I had no choice
But to grow a little backbone, growin’ up a down home boy.

Pull your rusty bucket in that four year school, your Co-Op cap and your boots ain’t cool. The frat daddy’s all make fun of you for growing up a down home boy.
But between that football scholarship and datin’ that sorority president
And that degree you proved it don’t hurt a bit, growing up a down home boy.

CHORUS

You buy 15 acres off your old man. Have a little baby just a quick as you can.
Then you and your woman get to try your hand at growin’ up a down home boy.
CHORUS?
Could-a cut his first tooth on a silver spoon. thank God he’s got no choice

But to grow a little backbone, growing up a down home, grow a little backbone growing up a down home boy, growing up a down home boy!

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