Good Ole Boys
Well every time I turn aroundI see some dude dressed like a clownBaggy pants and a cap on sidewaysThey don't say ma'am or sir no moreThey won't even hold a door for a womanWell it's a cryin' shame
Tell me where did all the good ole boys goMust be workin' on a farmOr out there chasin' rainbowsAre they back in OklahomaOr at a Texas rodeoTell me where did all the good ole boys go
Are they sittin' on an old bar stoolTellin' lies and cuttin' the foolTalkin' about the way it was and wishin'Or down in Orange Beach, AlabamaHangin' out at the Flora-BamaHeaded out the pass and goin' fishin'
Tell me where did all the good ole boys goMust be workin' on a farmOr out there chasin' rainbowsAre they hidin' down in GeorgiaOr at a Texas rodeoTell me where did all the good ole boys go
Are they drivin' cattle and ridin' highLivin' life the cowboy wayOr down there on the front lineFightin' off the bad guysGivin' em hell for the good ole USA
Tell me where did all the good ole boys goMust be workin' on a farmOr out there chasin' rainbowsAre they back in OklahomaOr at a Texas rodeoTell me where did all the good ole boys goYeah just where the hell did the good ole boys go
[Spoken]I know where a few of 'em areDown there in southern OklahomaThere's even some down in TexasI even saw one in New York one timeYou know what I'm talkin' about ladiesHell, I'll hold the door for yaI'll hold your purse for yaAnd I'll even go pick up some feminine products for yaThat's what a good ole boy'll do