Good Ole Boy Lyrics by Cody Lohden
Country music ain’t that country
And the country’s in the tank
The tank is close to empty
Like the number in my bank
Year after year the deer and the beer
Get harder to put down
Ain’t saying it was ever easy
But Lordy here right now
It’s a tough, tough ride for me and my kind
It’s been down, down hill for a long, long time
They don’t like the way we talk, little southern draw, with a chaw in our cheek
It’s a bad, bad day to be a good ole boy like me
Taking the small out of our small towns
The good book out the schools
Taking paycheck after paycheck
And hell here pretty soon
They’ll take the blue out of the grass
And the red out of the dirt
Take the few jobs we got left
And ship ‘em half way around the earth
It’s a tough, tough ride for me and my kind
It’s been down, down hill for a long, long time
They don’t like the way we talk, little southern draw, with a chaw in our cheek
It’s a bad, bad day to be a good ole boy like me
Like me, like me, like you
That bleed red, white, and blue
That BFE in nowhere TN redneck wrecking crew
Like me, like me, like us
Them green hand kids growing up
That shoot their Jack in the back of a jacked up truck
It’s a tough tough ride for me and my kind
It’s been down, down hill for a long, long time
They don’t like the way we talk, little southern draw, with a chaw in our cheek
It’s a bad, bad day to be a good ole boy like me
Like me, like me, like you
A good ole boy like me
That bleed red, white, and blue
A good ole boy like me
