Capo: 1st fret
[Intro]
C C F C
C C F C
[Verse 1]
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
[Pre-Chorus]
G F
And their dreams are Carhartt and chrome
C
The boys back home
[Chorus]
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
[Instrumental]
C C F C
C C F C
[Verse 2]
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
[Pre-Chorus]
G F
Cause it’s all chert rock roads
C
For the boys back home
[Chorus]
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
[Instrumental]
F F C C
F F C G
[Bridge]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Instrumental]
F F C C
F F C G
C C F G
Capo: 1st fret
[Intro]
C C F C
C C F C
[Verse 1]
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
[Pre-Chorus]
G F
And their dreams are Carhartt and chrome
C
The boys back home
[Chorus]
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
[Instrumental]
C C F C
C C F C
[Verse 2]
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
[Pre-Chorus]
G F
Cause it’s all chert rock roads
C
For the boys back home
[Chorus]
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
[Instrumental]
F F C C
F F C G
[Bridge]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Instrumental]
F F C C
F F C G
C C F G
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