Lyrics:
Well, I go up there boys
I take a good look around
I'll sit with God as the clouds roll on by
Puts my feet back on the ground
This ol' mountain
Mmmm
This
the victim's face cause he got melanin
Victim of a triple hit and run
White man drove off free no cuffs
Good old boys we can make it fun
Will daddy bail Blake
Take that motherfucker
Good morning Vietnam!
Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin' notty-headed niggas
Word to the camouflage large niggas
This goes back to nineteen
Ahem, check it, yo
GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!
Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggaz
Word
Blake Shelton how I know the voice
In His will, but I'm still like a Polaroid
God leads, I can't do it on my own boy
Went from poor choice
Now its God, I
This goes back to nineteen
Ahem, check it, yo
GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!
Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggaz
Word
Take that motherfucker
Good morning Vietnam!
Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin' notty-headed niggas
Word to the camouflage large niggas
A train on a track
The dot on a map
And there'll always be
Country girls and good ol' boys like me
In cowboy boots and jeans
Good boots are like
The gangster stepped right up,
'n kissed him on the lips good-bye
Made him a cocksucker by proxy, yes he did,
An' he didn't even bat an eye!
The man in
Steve and Blake been waiting for the bus for quite sometime
They've been playing a game of good ol' "who's gonna make it out alive?"
Them filthy
And Huck senses something's wrong
Sirens wail in the city
And little Ulysses got turned to putty
And Ol' man River's got a bone to pick
And our boys
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
got a lock ya, flavor to bring
Got the championships so I'ma savor the ring
Church boy, raised by my grand momma
Home-bred, I dead all the drama
I'm
Father time has passed me by one thing stayed the same
When I'm feeling lonely, when I'm feeling blue
I crank up some of that good ol' honkey, Lord I
I got a cricket on the line and a bottle of shine
A whipper will wistlin' everything is fine
I got my plow boy bunny sittin' by my side
What else
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
plaid suit jackets, they were the shits
The good ol' days, was back then
And the reason I reminisce, 'cause
[Chorus]
It's spring again
Everybody
of the sleigh
Deliverin' toys to all the good ol' boys
And girls along the way
He's just a down home, party animal
Two-stepping across the sky
He mixed
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
offerings are comical
I'm offing every obstacle
Eyes wide shut
Closed mouths don't get fed
Might die by lust
Good sex and good head
In thighs I trust
You can
I miss the good ol' days
I was nine, wasting time
Miss the good ol' days
Wit my boys, watching vine
I went through a phase
I went through a phase
They ran right 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
to toast the boys again
That local band is back in town
They got a kinda minor league sound
They're not that bad, they're not that good
But all in all
When it's all over but the shoutin'
When God the Father's done his final accounting
And I find out that I made the cut
Boys I'm gonna get me
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