BFE

BFE - Kane Brown

Lyrics by：Kane Brown/Sam Ellis/Matt McGinn/Taylor Phillips/Will Weatherly

Composed by：Kane Brown/Sam Ellis/Matt McGinn/Taylor Phillips/Will Weatherly

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

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

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

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

Play that thing

Come on

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

Yeah raise your beers cheers here's to BFE

That's right