作词 : Bobby Pinson/Jaren Johnston/Lee Brice

作曲 : Bobby Pinson/Jaren Johnston/Lee Brice

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 b