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This story ain't my own It's one about calling a small town home When you grow up dreaming 'bout singing your songs on a six string It's a tale as old as time. It's was Dad's and now it's mine Its the only life I've ever really known 'bout living I Wasn't the first I won't be the last So raise your glass to Boys like me Grew up running around these streets Buying faking ID's and wasting money on Girls and cars and beer Boys like me Yeah, we're working for the Weekends All our friends are old friends and life's pretty sweet There'll always be boys like me Oh Oh there'll always be boys like me It's in my DNA to burn a backroads like a hurricane Counting down the days till we get paid Yeah we got it made Boys like me Grew up running around these streets Buying faking ID's and wasting money on Letras de cancionesGirls and cars and beer Boys like me Yeah, we're working for the Weekends All our friends are old friends and life's pretty sweet There'll always be boys like me Oh Oh there'll always be boys like me I Wasn't the first I won't be the last... So raise your glass to Boys like me Grew up running around these streets Buying faking ID's and wasting money on Girls and cars and beer Boys like me Yeah, we're working for the Weekends All our friends are old friends and life's pretty sweet There'll always be boys like me From Letras Mania