BFE Kane Brown

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[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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