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    Look at them boys in the back of that truck
    Somebody ought to jerk a knot in their butts
    Out ridin' around like they own this town
    That racket turned all the way up

    It's too early for school to let out
    and the Pastor's boy just threw a cigarette out
    I sure hope there ain't beer in them cups
    'Cause our star quarterback's turnin' them up

    Them boys don't know one thing about life
    True love or trouble, struggle or strife
    They think it's all just fun and games
    Like laws and rules or balls and chains

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    Treatin' little girls like hearts don't break
    Treatin' old men like hands don't shake
    I pray it's just a phase they're goin' through
    Yeah but what are we gonna do with them boys

    I heard ol' Franks grandson got caught
    With a case full of beer that Smith boy bought
    Y'all didn't hear all of this from me
    But I heard they got it with a fake i.d.

    Them boys
    Lookin' back on the times we shared
    From rock 'n roll to these rockin' chairs
    The same ones our granddads sat in
    By this old woodstove in this hardware store
    Talkin' the gossip the weather and war
    And how much trouble we were in

    Oh, you can bet they said back then
    They don't know a thing
    About love
    About life
    Them boys

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    Composition: Mike Dekle, Colt Ford, and Brantley Gilbert

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