Song Lyrics

Born twenty miles outside of town, up a road only trucks and tractor's go down.
Two bare feet's how you got around, growin up a down home boy.
Ate what we planted in the ol red clay, sun burned from workin' in the field a day.
You use what you learn in the FFA, growing up a down home boy.

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Down home boys have roots that don't break loose
And pull up in the first hard rain.
They got grandma's bible,
Grandpa's rifle and well water in their veins.
Could a cut my first tooth on a silver spoon.
Thank God I had no choice
But to grow a little backbone, growin' up a down home boy.

Pull your rusty bucket in that four year school,
Your Co-Op cap and your boots ain't cool.

The frat daddy's all make fun of you for growing up a down home boy.
But between that football scholarship and datin' that sorority president
And that degree you proved it don't hurt a bit, growing up a down home boy.

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You buy 15 acres off your old man. Have a little baby just a quick as you can.
Then you and your woman get to try your hand at growin' up a down home boy.

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Could-a cut his first tooth on a silver spoon.
Thank God he's got no choice

But to grow a little backbone, growing up a down home,
Grow a little backbone growing up a down home boy, growing up a down home boy!

Jason Matthews, Jon Henderson, Patrick Matthews

The duration of Down Home Boy is 3:04 minutes and seconds.