This story ain't my own
It's one about calling a small town home
When you grow up dreaming 'bout singing your songs on a six string
It's a tale as old as time
It was Dad's and now it's mine
Its the only life I've ever really known 'bout living
I wasn't the first, I won't be the last
So, raise your glass to
Boys like me
Grew up running around these streets
Buying faking ID's and wasting money on
Girls and cars, and beer
Boys like me
Yeah, we're working for the weekends
All our friends are old friends, and life's pretty sweet
There'll always be boys like me
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
There'll always be boys like me
It's in my DNA to burn backroads like a hurricane (hurricane)
Countin' down the days 'til we get paid
Yeah, we got it made
Boys like me
Grew up running around these streets
Buying faking ID's and wasting money on
Girls and cars, and beer
Boys like me
Yeah, we're working for the weekends
All our friends are old friends (yeah), and life's pretty sweet
There'll always be boys like me
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh (sing it now)
There'll always be boys like me
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I wasn't the first, I won't be the last
So, raise your glass to
Boys like me
Grew up running around these streets
Buying faking ID's and wasting money on
Girls and cars, and beer
Boys like me
Working for the weekends (working for the weekends)
All our friends are old friends, and life's pretty sweet
There'll always be boys like me (boys like me)
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh (boys like me, oh, yeah)
There'll always be boys like me (yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh (there's always gonna be country boys like me)
There'll always be boys like me