.Yeah.
We're farmers' sons an' preacher's boys.
Small town with big toys.
Call us fools or call us brave,
On rainy nights, we parade,
In four wheel drives; the girls in jeans too tight.
Ain't no drive dirt. There ain't no dust.
Got mud, no fear, Bocephus, cold beer.
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