Brantley Gilbert - Them Boys lyrics

Look at them boys in the back of that truck Somebody ought to jerk a knot in their bu*ts 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 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