Dylan Marlowe - Boys Back Home (Official Audio) ft. Yung Gravy

Listen to Boys Back Home (Feat. Yung Gravy), out now: Connect with Dylan: Subscribe to Dylan’s YouTube channel: Instagram: TikTok: Facebook: Twitter: Website: Text at (912) 214-5301 Yeah, here’s to the boys back home Drinking dirt road beers on a Friday night Yeah, I’m wishing I was with y’all Singing them old songs Trucks circled up ’round a farm fire (let’s go) To the ones keeping that dirt on their Carhartt Yeah, heading down to the bank to cash that work hard To the ones pushing that needle in the red in a diesel They my kinda people underneath them stars Down in Georgia Yeah, I got one for ya Yeah, here’s to the boys back home Drinking dirt road beers on a Friday night Yeah, I’m wishing I was with y’all Singing them old songs Trucks circled up ’round a farm fire Putting paint on that small town Turning dirt into them dust clouds Hell yeah, it’s been too long This one right here’s to the boys back home Boys back home, baby (yeah, tell ‘em about it) Got a pack of Timberwolves back in Minnesota Sippin’ purple rain and howling at the moon all night Picklebacks and firing silver bullets (bbullets) And it’s cold as hell, naw we don’t need a Yeti full of ice Midwest really cold as hell, baby Knockin’ boots, feeling loose Tippin’ back a spotted cow Off the juice, hundred proof Yeah, we Midwest bound, and down Life is what you make it Hit my hometown for vacation With the same gang I was raised with Boys back home go crazy Yeah, here’s to the boys back home Drinking dirt road beers on a Friday night Yeah, I’m wishing I was with y’all Singing them old songs Trucks circled up ’round a farm fire Putting paint on that small town Turning dirt into them dust clouds Hell yeah, it’s been too long This one right here’s to the boys back home Boys back home, baby To them boys back home, baby Day ones, damn Yeah, here’s to the boys back home Drinking dirt road beers on a Friday night Yeah, I’m wishing I was with y’all Singing them old songs Trucks circled up ’round a farm fire Putting paint on that small town Turning dirt into them dust clouds Hell yeah, it’s been too long This one right here’s to the boys back home Yeah, this one right here’s to the boys back home Boys back home, baby