Let your boys be country, let 'em keep that red dirt on his boots Make 'em proud of that middle nowhere he's got down in his roots Let 'em work in a hayfield sweating for a little summer cash Raise 'em hard, raise 'em tough, bring 'em up to have their brother's back Let 'em ride 'round in trucks, making backroad noise Let 'em hang out on Friday, getting wild with the boys Let 'em go to the woods in the cold painted up camo green Yeah, let 'em chase, let 'em fall for a small-town girl Let everything inside these county lines be his whole world You want him to grow up to be someone he's damn proud to be Mamas, let your boys be country (Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh) Teach 'em "Yes, ma'am" and "No, ma'am" and never turn down a cold beer Tell 'em there ain't nothing greener than the grass he's standing on right here Let 'em ride 'round in trucks, making backroad noise Let 'em hang out on Friday, getting wild with the boys Let 'em go to the woods in the cold painted up camo green Yeah, let 'em chase, let 'em fall for a small-town girl Let everything inside these county lines be his whole world You want him to grow up to be someone he's damn proud to be Mamas, let your boys be country (Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh) Mamas, let your boys be country (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh) (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh) Yeah, let 'em chase, let 'em fall for a small-town girl Let everything inside these county lines be his whole world You want him to grow up to be someone he's damn proud to be Mamas, let your boys be country Let 'em ride 'round in trucks, making backroad noise (Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh) Let 'em hang out on Friday, getting wild with the boys (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh) Let 'em go to the woods in the cold painted up camo green (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh) Mamas, let your boys be country Let your boys be country