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BFE
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Kane Brown
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Yeah, we grew up in the backseat Singin', tappin' bare feet Blaring daddy's radio It was clothes on a clothesline Skeeter zappin' porch lights Blue collar, red dirt road It was Ford, it was Chevy Longneck, Bud heavies It was RC Cola Cokes It was blue jeans, skull rings Dry, rotted tire swings And yeah, that's all we know Yeah, here's to the middle of nowhere Where the small town roots run deep If you know what I'm talkin' 'bout Yeah, you was raised like me I'm talkin' Florida, 'Bama, Georgia, Carolina, Louisiana, Mississippi, Texas to Tennessee So raise your beers, cheers, here's to BFE It was chickens from the front yard Grillin' in the back yard Collard greens on the stove It was 'baccer, it was corn Praise the Lord I was born in a town nobody knows Yeah, here's to the middle of nowhere Where the small town roots run deep If you know what I'm talkin' 'bout Yeah, you was raised like me I'm talkin' Florida, 'Bama, Georgia, Carolina, Louisiana, Mississippi, Texas to Tennessee So raise your beers, cheers, here's to BFE Play that thing Come on Yeah, here's to the middle of nowhere Where the small town roots run deep If you know what I'm talkin' 'bout Yeah, you was raised like me I'm talkin' Florida, 'Bama, Georgia, Carolina, Louisiana, Mississippi, Texas to Tennessee So raise your beers, cheers, here's to BFE Yeah, raise your beers, cheers, here's to BFE That's right
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