American Boys - Halestorm

Friday night boys and their PBR

Chasing Jack, getting wrecked in small town bars

Big city roller in NYC

You’re a sharp dressed man just like ZZ

Harley riding biker in a leather jacket

Like riding bitch

You’re sitting on the back, yeah

Pretty boys at the university

Watching them walk

In their Levi jeans

Yeah, yeah

I can’t help but fall

Yeah, yeah

God bless 'em all

American boys

Gotta love 'em, gotta need 'em

Gotta want 'em, they’re my drug of choice

Yeah, yeah, yeah

American boys

Wanna slay 'em, wanna lay 'em

Wanna play 'em, they’re my favorite toys

American, American boys

Metalhead boys in the back of a Camaro

Banging to Metallica on the radio

From an all-star stud to a punk like you

We’ve got so many flavors that I just can’t choose

Yeah, yeah

They rock the world

Yeah, yeah

Of this American girl

American boys

Gotta love 'em, gotta need 'em

Gotta want 'em, they’re my drug of choice

Yeah, yeah, yeah

American boys

Wanna slay 'em, wanna lay 'em

Wanna play 'em, they’re my favorite toys

American, American boys

I’ve been everywhere

And nothing compares

(American boys)

Ain’t nothing like 'em

Rock me like 'em

(American boys)

Come on, make your move

Yeah, yeah

Do what you do

American boys

Gotta love 'em, gotta need 'em

Gotta want 'em, they’re my drug of choice

Yeah, yeah, yeah

American boys

Wanna slay 'em, wanna lay 'em

Wanna play 'em, they’re my favorite toys

American boys

American boys

Gotta love 'em, gotta need 'em

Gotta want 'em, they’re my favorite toys

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

American boys

Wanna slay 'em, wanna lay 'em

Wanna play 'em, they’re my favorite toys

American, American boys

American boys