They got skinned-up knees Grass stains on their jeans Dirt on their hands
They're just like their dads They dig in the dirt Cut up in church Play outside And say things like
* Can I reel one in? Dad, you're my best friend Just one more spin
I promise I'll be good if you let me drive This is so much fun I shoot my BB gun
Watch how fast I can run They're dirty and muddy and buddy
You ain't got a choice But to love 'em and let 'em be Little country boys
They climb up trees Grow like weeds Love playing ball Go everywhere with their dogs
Skip the rocks on the water They're sweet like their mama
Puts a smile on my face Every time I hear 'em say
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Yeah, they're just like us They don't ever wanna grow up
They hunt, they fish, they love to ride in the truck
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You gotta love 'em and let 'em be Little country boys
