paroles de chanson BFE - Kane Brown

Yeah, we grew up in the backseat
Singin′, tappin' bare feet
Blarin′ daddy's radio
It was clothes on the clothesline
Skeeter's 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, 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 talkin' ′bout
Yeah, you was raised like me
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 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 talkin′ 'bout
Yeah, you was raised like me
Talkin′ 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 talkin′ 'bout
Yeah, you was raised like me
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

Ooh, that′s right