Yeah, we grew up in the backseat Singing, tapping bare feet Blaring daddy's radio It was clothes on the clothesline Skeeters zapping floor slides Blue collar, red dirt road It was Ford, it was Chevy Long neck, butt heavies It was RC Cola coats It was blue jeans, cold rain Dry-rodded tire slings And that's all we know Yeah, you're sure the middle of nowhere Where the small town roots run deep If you know what I'm talking about Yeah, you was raised like me Talking 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 Girlin' in the backyard Collard greens on the stove It was backer, it was corn Praise the Lord I was born in a town nobody knows Yeah, you're sure the middle of nowhere Where the small town roots run deep If you know what I'm talking about Yeah, you was raised like me Talking Florida, Bama, Georgia, Carolina, Louisiana, Mississippi, Texas to Tennessee So raise your beers, cheers, here's to BFE Yeah, you're sure the middle of nowhere Where the small town roots run deep If you know what I'm talking about Yeah, you was raised like me Talking 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 Yeah, raise your beers, cheers, here's to BFE