Atta boy lyrics Lee Brice

Atta boy

To the daddy of the girl I saw this mornin'
On the side of the road with her truck on a jack
Didn't have to call you up
Wake you up, come pick her up
She fixed her own flat
You raised a girl like that
Atta boy
Atta boy

To the playground kid with the busted lip
Took a punch he knew his buddy couldn't take
Ate a little dirt, rip in his shirt
Little blood on his cape
Pretty brave for eight
Saved the day, yeah

Atta boy, atta boy
We could use a few more like you
Atta boy, atta boy
Keep doin' boy just what you do
You don't hear it like you used to
The stuff we cheers our beers to
So here's to you in case no one's told you, man
Atta boy
Atta boy

And to the friend that took my keys that night
Called Momma come and get me
Probably kept a long leaf pine
From wrappin' round my short box Chevy
I was mad for a year
But I'm still here
Atta boy

Atta boy, atta boy
We could use a few more like you
Atta boy, atta boy
Keep doin' boy just what you do
You don't hear it like you used to
The stuff we cheers our beers to
So here's to you in case no one's told you, man
Atta boy

You can say a lot of things and say a lot of things
But there ain't a lot of things that say it like a good ol'

Atta boy, atta boy
We could use a few more like you
Atta boy, atta boy
Keep doin' boy just what you do
You don't hear it like you used to
The stuff we cheers our beers to
So here's to you in case no one's told you, man
Atta boy

To that little one that looks like me, playin' in the yard
Dropped his ball and bat to help Momma haul in grocery bags from the car
Atta boy
Atta boy
Atta boy