BFE - Kane Brown
Lyrics by：Kane Brown/Sam Ellis/Matt McGinn/Taylor Phillips/Will Weatherly
Composed by：Kane Brown/Sam Ellis/Matt McGinn/Taylor Phillips/Will Weatherly
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
