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]
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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]
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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 |


[Outro]
             G                      C
Yeah, here's one for the boys back home