BFE - Kane Brown

Yeah, we grew up in the backseat

Singin', tappin' bare feet

Blaring daddy’s radio

It was clothes on a clothes line

Skears’s and porch lights

Blue collar, read dirt road

It was Ford, it was Chevy

Longneck, bud heavies

It was RC Cola Cokes

It was blue jeans, school rings

Dry, rotted tire swings

And 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

I’m 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 back yard

Collared greens on the stove

It was Becker, 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

I’m talkin' Florida, 'Bama, Georgia, Carolina, Louisiana, Mississippi,

Texas to Tennessee

So raise your beers, cheers, here’s to BFE

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

I’m 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