Song parody of
Let Your Boys Be Country
by Jason Aldean
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Let your boys be country
Let 'em keep that red dirt on his boots
Make 'em proud of that middle nowhere
He's got down in his roots
Let 'em work in a hay field, sweating
For a little summer cash
Raise 'em hard, raise 'em tough
Bring 'em up to have their brother's back
Let 'em ride 'round trucks, making backroad noise
Let 'em hang out on Friday, gettin' wild with the boys
Let 'em go to the woods in the cold, painted up camo green
Yeah, let 'em chase, let 'em fall for a small-town girl
Let everything inside these county lines be his whole world
You want him to grow up to be someone he's damn proud to be
Mamas, let your boys be country
(Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
Teach 'em "Yes, ma'am" and "No, ma'am"
And never turn down a cold beer
Tell 'em there ain't nothin' greener
Than the grass you're standing on right here (yeah)
Let 'em ride 'round trucks, making backroad noise
Let 'em hang out on Friday, gettin' wild with the boys
Let 'em go to the woods in the cold, painted up camo green
Yeah, let 'em chase, let 'em fall for a small-town girl
Let everything inside these county lines be his whole world
You want him to grow up to be someone he's damn proud to be
Mamas, let your boys be country
(Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
Mamas, let your boys be country
(Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
Yeah, let 'em chase, let 'em fall for a small-town girl
Let everything inside these county lines be his whole world
You want him to grow up to be someone he's damn proud to be
Mamas, let your boys be country
Let 'em ride 'round trucks, making backroad noise (oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
Let 'em hang out on Friday, gettin' wild with the boys (oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
Let 'em go to the woods in the cold, painted up camo green (oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
Mamas, let your boys be country
Let your boys be country
Let your boys be country
Let 'em keep that red dirt on his boots
Make 'em proud of that middle nowhere
He's got down in his roots
Let 'em work in a hay field, sweating
For a little summer cash
Raise 'em hard, raise 'em tough
Bring 'em up to have their brother's back
Let 'em ride 'round trucks, making backroad noise
Let 'em hang out on Friday, gettin' wild with the boys
Let 'em go to the woods in the cold, painted up camo green
Yeah, let 'em chase, let 'em fall for a small-town girl
Let everything inside these county lines be his whole world
You want him to grow up to be someone he's damn proud to be
Mamas, let your boys be country
(Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
Teach 'em "Yes, ma'am" and "No, ma'am"
And never turn down a cold beer
Tell 'em there ain't nothin' greener
Than the grass you're standing on right here (yeah)
Let 'em ride 'round trucks, making backroad noise
Let 'em hang out on Friday, gettin' wild with the boys
Let 'em go to the woods in the cold, painted up camo green
Yeah, let 'em chase, let 'em fall for a small-town girl
Let everything inside these county lines be his whole world
You want him to grow up to be someone he's damn proud to be
Mamas, let your boys be country
(Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
Mamas, let your boys be country
(Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
Yeah, let 'em chase, let 'em fall for a small-town girl
Let everything inside these county lines be his whole world
You want him to grow up to be someone he's damn proud to be
Mamas, let your boys be country
Let 'em ride 'round trucks, making backroad noise (oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
Let 'em hang out on Friday, gettin' wild with the boys (oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
Let 'em go to the woods in the cold, painted up camo green (oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
Mamas, let your boys be country
Let your boys be country
