Florida Georgia Line – Y’all Boys Chords

Well there’s those boys, got the kind of ride, get fifty-five to the gallon
They listen to that new school, never heard of George or Alan
There’s those boys, wear the kind of boots, you ain’t supposed to get muddy
Ain’t got a dog that lives outside, ain’t got a buddy named Buddy

Yeah, I ain’t hating on them boys, grew up locking their doors
There’s all kinds of boys up under the sun, son but this one’s for

Y’all boys with that southern drawl boys
Hell before you know, rolling off just right, man, that town is small boys
But you’d have a ball boys, homemade alcohol on a Saturday night
Yeah, truck stuck, who you gonna call? Pretty girl, who you gonna fall for?
One of them backroad runners, man, I’m glad I’m one of…
Y’all boys (yo Hardy, go on tell them about the girls one time)

‘Cause there’s those girls, they’re like golden pearls, dipping into trust fund money (Cha-ching!)
Yeah, the radio and the Jack and Coke, is the only thing they know country
Didn’t grow up on no county road, they grew up on some street
And they think they know what kind of man, they want until they meet

Y’all boys with that southern drawl boys
Hell before you know, rolling off just right, man, that town is small boys
But you’d have a ball boys, homemade alcohol on a Saturday night
Yeah, truck stuck, who you gonna call? Pretty girl, who you gonna fall for?
One of them backroad runners, man, I’m glad I’m one of… Y’all boys

State trophy in the hall boys
Hanging something that you hunted on the wall boys
You mess with one of us, you get us all boys

Y’all boys with that southern drawl boys
Hell before you know, rolling off just right, man, that town is small boys
But you’d have a ball boys, homemade alcohol on a Saturday night
Yeah, truck stuck, who you gonna call? Pretty girl, who you gonna fall for?
One of them backroad runners, man, I’m glad I’m one of…
Y’all boys