If there's a full moon hanging high You can bet there's a jacked up four wheel drive Cruising with the crew, with a beer on ice Looking for the girls that'll let their hair down Lead us on, get us thinking they might Share a little sugar on a Friday night Making midnight memories lighting up the sky In the country side, we turn it up loud Down here we keep the good times flowing Red dirt flying, and the radio going We got each other's back and everybody knows it Yeah, me and my down home boys Know how to show a town what's up We pass it around then fill it back up Ain't nobody gonna live this life up Like me and my down home boys We're tighter than the tops will twist off When the sun goes down and the work day's gone Like something straight out of a country song Raised up all farm tan tough With the scuffs all over our boots Little rough tangled up in our roots Yeah, we got a little soft side too When the girls get us all wrapped up Down here we keep the good times flowing Red dirt flying, and the radio going We got each other's back and everybody knows it Yeah, me and my down home boys Know how to show a town what's up We pass it around then fill it back up Ain't nobody gonna live this life up Like me and my down home boys Down here we keep the good times flowing Red dirt flying, and the radio going We got each other's back and everybody knows it Yeah, me and my down home boys Know how to show a town what's up We pass it around then fill it back up Ain't nobody gonna live this life up Like me and my down home boys No, ain't nothing ever gonna come between us Me and my down home boys Yeah, yeah, me and these down home boys (Like me and my down home boys)

I bet you're up there, makin' new friends I'm pretty sure you're lovin' every minute If there's a golden pond full of fish I bet you already caught everything in it I bet you're makin' everybody laugh with your jokes I know you're holdin' nothin' but the best kind of hope Shinin' a light up there with a big old smile, yeah And meanwhile Down home Oh, you know Mama's still cookin' Them down home grits I promise I'm workin' With this guitar about as hard as I can I met a girl, bought a house, I put a nice little paymеnt Down home Is still where my hеart is This down home kid is just how you left him I still hate that you're gone I wish you were here But I hope I'm making you proud 'Cause I know you're up there lookin' down home There ain't a day down here that goes by That I don't climb up in my F-150 On a backroad bumpin' Charley Pride Yeah, every song keeps you right here with me I got a daughter now, I really wish you'd have met And she's walking now but I know you see every step I wear the number 15 every chance I get So when you're lookin' through the clouds, Daddy You can bet That down home Oh, you know Mama's still cookin' Them down home grits I promise I'm workin' With this guitar about as hard as I can I met a girl, bought a house, I put a nice little payment Down home Is still where my heart is This down home kid is just how you left him I still hate that you're gone I wish you were here But I hope I'm makin' you proud 'Cause I know you're up there lookin' down home Daddy, don't you worry, oh, no 'Cause everything, everything, everything's good Down home (down home), yeah And, oh, yeah Down home Oh, you know Mama's still cookin' Them down home grits I promise I'm workin' With this guitar about as hard as I can I met a girl, bought a house, I put a nice little payment Down home Is still where my heart is This down home kid is just how you left him (oh, yeah) I still hate that you're gone I wish you were here But I hope I'm makin' you proud 'Cause I know you're up there lookin' down home Down home Down home We still miss you We still miss you We miss you down home

I was walkin' down the street mindin' my own affair When two policemen grabbed me, unaware He say, "Is your name Henry?" I says, "Why sure" He says, "You the boy I've been lookin' for" I was framed, framed, I was blamed, framed Well, I never knew nothin' but I always get framed, oh, framed They took him in the line up and let those bright lights shine There was ten poor souls like me in that line I knew I was a victim of someone's evil plan When a stool pidgeon walked in and says, "That's your man" I was framed, framed, I was blamed Oh, framed, framed, framed Well, I never knew nothin' but I always get framed Well, the prosecutor turned and started a-prosecutin' me Man, that cat didn't give me the one but the third degree He says, "Where were you on the night of July 1953?" Man I was just home, just a tweedle-a-dee I was framed, oh framed, I was blamed Oh, framed, framed, framed Well I never knew nothin' but I always get framed Oh framed, oh framed