Kane Brown
Kane Brown - BFE lyrics
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Yeah, we grew up in the backseat Singing, tapping bare feet Blaring daddy's radio It was clothes on the clothesline Skeeters zapping 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, Skoal rings Dry-rotted tire swings 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 talking 'bout Yeah, you was raised like me Talking 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 Grilling in the backyard 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 talking 'bout Yeah, you was raised like me Talking Florida, 'Bama, Georgia, Carolina Louisiana, Mississippi Texas to Tennessee So raise your beers, cheers, here's to BFE (Play that thing) (C'mon!) Yeah, here's to the middle of nowhere Where the small town roots run deep If you know what I'm talking 'bout Yeah, you was raised like me Talking 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 Ooh, that's right