Them Boys - Brantley Gilbert

Look at them boys in the back of that truck

Somebody ought to jerk a knot in their butts

Out riding around like they own this town

That racket turned all the way up It’s too early for school to let out

The Pastor’s boy just threw a cigarette out

I sure hope there ain’t beer in them cups

'Cause our star quarterback’s turning them up Them boys don’t know one thing about life

True love and trouble, struggle and strife

They think it’s all just fun and games

Like laws and rules and balls and chains

Treating little girls like hearts don’t break

Treating old men like hands don’t shake

I pray it’s just a phase they’re going through

Yeah, but what are we gonna do with them boys?

I heard old 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 ID

Them boys don’t know one thing about life

True love and trouble, struggle and strife

They think it’s all just fun and games

Like laws and rules or balls and chains

Treating little girls like hearts don’t break

Treating old men like hands don’t shake

I pray it’s just a phase they’re going through

Yeah, but what are we gonna do with them boys?

With them boys

Looking back on the times we’ve shared

From rock 'n roll to these rocking chairs

The same ones our granddads sat in By this old wood stove in this hardware store

Talking the gossip, the weather and war

And how much trouble we were in Oh, you can bet they said back then

Yeah, them boys don’t know one thing 'bout life

True love and trouble, struggle and strife

They think it’s all just fun and games

Like laws and rules or balls and chains

Treating little girls like hearts don’t break

Treating old men like hands don’t shake

I pray it’s just a phase they’re going through

Yeah, but what are we gonna do with them boys?

They don’t know a thing

About love, about life

Them boys