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Eric Church - Homeboy

You were too bad for a little square town,

With your hip-hop hat and your pants on the ground,

Heard you cussed out mama, pushed daddy around

Before you tore off in his car…

Here you are running these dirty old streets

Tattoo on your neck, fake gold on your teeth

Got the ‘hood here snowed, but you can’t fool me

We both know who you are

Homeboy, you’re gonna wish one day,

That you were sittin’ on a gate of a truck by the lake

With your high school flame on one side, ice cold beer on the other

Ain’t no shame in a blue collar forty, little house, little kid, little small town story

If you don’t ever do anything else for me, just do this for me brother,

Come on home, boy.

I was haulin’ this hay to Uncle Joe’s farm,

Thought of us barefoot kids in the yard,

Man, it seems we were just catchin' snakes in the barn

Now you’re caught up in this mess

I could use a little help unloading these bales

I could keep you pretty busy with a hammer and nails

Ain’t a glamorous life but it will keep you outta jail,

Not worry us all to death

Homeboy, you’re gonna wish one day,

That you were sittin’ on a gate of a truck by the lake

With your high school flame on one side, ice cold beer on the other

Ain’t no shame in a blue collar forty, little house, little kid, little small town story

If you don’t ever do anything else for me, just do this for me brother,

Come on home, boy,

Come on home, boy…

You can’t hold back the hands of time,

Mama’s goin’ grey, and so is daddy’s mind

I Wish you’d come on back and make it all right

Before they’re called home, boy…

Homeboy

Come on home, boy

Homeboy

Come on home, boy.