Sheridan Country Boys

[Verse] In the hills of Sheridan, where the sunsets glow, Cowboys and their pickup trucks are rarin' to go, Down at the Dusty Barn, where the beer flows cold, We dance to the fiddle and the stories we’ve told. [Verse 2] Mama’s homemade pie, it's state fair gold, We ain't got no secrets, just tales of old, Cornbread and laughter, it's a family thing, We wear our boots scuffed, like diamond rings. [Chorus] We’re the Sheridan country boys, kickin' up dust, Faith and family first, in the Lord we trust, With a twang and a hoot, we ride all night, In those Sheridan fields, everything's just right. [Verse 3] John Deere tractors and that clickety-clack, Granddaddy's wisdom as he leans way back, Banjos and harmonicas, we play them loud, Inbred twang and pride, yeah, we’re rural proud. [Bridge] We may be small-town, but our hearts are grand, We wear our heritage like a branded hand, Rodeo’s in our blood, moonshine in the veins, Dirt roads and campfires, through joys and pains. [Chorus] We’re the Sheridan country boys, kickin' up dust, Faith and family first, in the Lord we trust, With a twang and a hoot, we ride all night, In those Sheridan fields, everything's just right.