Lyrics
[Verse 1]
John makes me proud, that's true
Grandsons, Blythe Keagan and Landon
Riding motocross through red clay dust
Laughing hard as they break free
Building houses with a hammer swing
Strong hands out there in the sun
Monticello, Arkansas
That's where the good life comes from
[Pre-Chorus]
Working on a farm till dusk
Hay fields waving in the heat
Herding cattle, steady and calm
That's the kind of men they be
[Chorus]
Proud of my boys
Proud of my boys (proud of my boys)
Bright blue skies above us all
Proud of my boys
Proud of my boys (proud of my boys)
Monticello calls, we answer the call
[Verse 2]
Fishing in the lake at dawn
Cold line bending in the breeze
Old tin boat and a bucket of bait
That is all we need
Fiddle in the corner home
Steel guitar bending low
Sunday supper on the table
And a little Arkansas glow
[Pre-Chorus]
Working on a farm till dusk
Hay fields waving in the heat
Herding cattle, steady and calm
That's the kind of men they be
[Chorus]
Proud of my boys
Proud of my boys (proud of my boys)
Bright blue skies above us all
Proud of my boys
Proud of my boys (proud of my boys)
Monticello calls, we answer the call
[Bridge]
If the years go rolling by
I'll still see that same old grin
Mud on boots and summer sweat
And the whole wide world within
Fiddle cry, steel guitar sigh
Hold that memory in your hand
[Final Chorus]
Proud of my boys
Proud of my boys (proud of my boys)
Bright blue skies above us all
Proud of my boys
Proud of my boys (proud of my boys)
Monticello, Arkansas, we stand tall
Details
GeneratedJul 26, 2026
Duration3:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
6/8 tempo, up beat country ballad, fiddle intro, steel guitar fill in, Strong grand piano intro
Credits
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MaddogSaxModelAria v5.5
