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down-home good ol boy

A woman loved him through it all
Through his rowdy days and his hardest fall when he almost died
She stayed by his side

She's
Other than that, We ain't nothing but good ol' boys

Good ol' boys were all the same
Ain't no way we'll ever change
Mean no harm by the things we do
a long time

And Wilson too
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
Look here

Hey John
How about a little taste? You know what I want
Gimme a big ol' glass on them good
Other than that, We ain't nothing but good ol' boys

Good ol' boys were all the same
Ain't no way we'll ever change
Mean no harm by the things we do
the plucking of a Jew's harp.]
I had an old cat named Roy.
He was a good ol' boy.
He used to go a-huntin', down by the lake,
Catch 'I'm a nice, fresh garter
In the good ol' USA I'm proud to say
We got brand new action
Good old fashion, too
And the future's so bright
Like stars in the night
Just
Of good little girls and boys

Big old cups of steaming cider
Fall asleep by a cozy fire
It's the warm and fuzzy time of year

[Repeat: 2nd & 3rd
win, oh, you'll win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win

Oh, the trumpet it did sound, and they shot off like an arrow
Ol' Stewball scarcely
When Daddy barbequed on Sunday
And Livin' life was just so easy
Those were the good ol' days

I still like fresh sweats, dreads and Adidas
Boy, I
we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.

There was New York Jake, the butcher boy, he was always getting tight
And every time that he'd get full he
good girl used to lay

I hung my head boys, I - cried just like a child
I hung my head boys, I - cried just like a child
I said the way I'm treated,
on peaches corner there are good ol' boys
And mother fletchers makin' lots of noise
They're dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard
Dancin', shaggin'
a little cane
Raise a barrel of Sorghum,
To sweeten ol' Liza Jane.

Yonder comes that gal of mine,
How do you think I know
I know by that gingham gown,
Paul brown petty was a good ol man
Felt a little better when you shook his hand 
Let me tell you little bout and you'll understand 
Why Paul brown
on movin' from show to show
Hopin' to change my luck
My good ol' days are just a memory
But I just can't give it up

There was a time I used to do
own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain't too many things these boys can't do
We grow good old tomatoes and homemade wine
And countryboy can survive,
It's just the good ol' boy in me
I got my friends I got the recipe
For one hell of a life

I got my girl, got my family
Got my booze and that's all I
husband,
He may leave you and never return.

Poor Boy.

I want to thank you. Yeah, it's good to see you
own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain't too many things these boys can't do
We grow good old tomatoes and homemade wine
And countryboy can survive,
a way
Aw, now take it away boys

Well good evening
Don't that sun look good going down
I said well good evening
Don't that sun look good going down
good ol' boys, these people know us everywhere we go
So I be good to 'em, it's I-4-N-I
Where I reside we don't die, we just multiply

Big ol' trucks,
My chances weren't good; she was way out of my reach
How could she ever fall for some ol' boy like me
But here she lies asleep tonight in these arms
around, that boy just ain't no good

Wanna know what's going down
And the pimp on the corner
Looks like the sharpest cat in town

Jungle rule, can't
over Amadie's vocal cords
Good old boys in a good ol' Model T Ford
Amadie took a walk by the railroad track
To the other side and he won't be coming back
[Chorus]

Them big ole arms that used to hold her tight
Could break about any man down
When a good ol' boy's been hurt real bad
He just don't give