Lyrics:
And an ol' boy pulled up with a license plate
From Ohio I thought oh good Lord he's lost
From his wranglers to his boots
He reminded me of Chris LeDoux
HER GOOD OL’ COUNTRY BOY
CHORUS
She’s a small town girl—in a small town world
I’m a good ol’ country boy—who loves this country girl
She’s my
To trade in some emptied out spaces
For some speeeeeeed
An that good ol' American Dream
An
She took her first release
On the back seat
Of a 1961 black V-8
Poor ol’ Jimmy Biscuit
Was baptized by a pixie
Who drank a lotta whiskey
In the pub where he way born
Poor ol’ Jimmy Biscuit
Way married
to the three
I like good pussy and I like good tree
Smoke so much weed, you wouldn't believe
And I get more ass than a toilet seat
Three to the one, from
good, You were looking good
I was just a good ol' boy trying to help you out
Came by to see if you needed help moving in
I remember you were standing
okay
But what'Il you do about me
Picture your neighbors when you try to explain
That good ol' boy standin' out in the rain
With his nose
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,
Meghan joy
Man we need a different view
Education in our nation should
Be school choice
Let the girls be the girls boys be the boys
I'm the Blake Shelton
dues
And it's the rules that I play by
Carry the team like I'm A.I
I used to cook rocks, and hit the block
And gun in the bushes, and money in my
three days in that ol Mexican jail
The boys of summer disappeared that fall
As the years flew by we grew up after all
Real life is running
she tell me
(Boy you got me)
I don't care for size four
I just want a size more
Big ol' J-Lo booty, what a wedding, good, she sized or
Bring it up
egyppp-lainnn!
(egyppp-lainnn)
Thing-fish: (checking off a clipboard, like a social worker)
Looks likes why'done putty good heahh, harry-as-a-boy! I sees ya'
loud and playin' pool
The boys from Silver City were standin' by the fire
Singin' like they thought they were the Tabernacle choir
And I wanted you
hamburger an' turkey out o' tuna fish,
And big ol' strappin' boys out of leftovers.
I.O.U. for cleanin' services,
The daily scrubbing of face
Rolling Stone called me the most open-minded redneck on the block
'K, but I ain't the first good ol' boy to mix country with his rock
See, I grew
Poor ol’ Jimmy Biscuit
Was baptized by a pixie
Who drank a lotta whiskey
In the pub where he way born
Poor ol’ Jimmy Biscuit
Way married
by piece
But believe me there's plenty of me left.
Boy I'm good, gettin' better at being my best.
I've been thrown a lot of curves in this ol
Alligator skins, crocodile hides, good ol' boys, and their Southern brides
City folk come for the lure of the bounty
But they don't come back 'cause
School for the blind, I don't see these niggas doing it
I'm doing it and doing it and doing it well
Niggas wanna test me boy, who wanna fail?
Beat you
that you got girl
Uh, your reputation as a hot girl
Shorty show me what it do, try to spit it to you
Holler at cha boy cause I just gotta have it
Wish that I was on ol' Rocky Top
Down in the Tennessee hills
Ain't no smoggy smoke on Rocky Top
Ain't no telephone bills
Once I had a boy on ol
Ya know my daddy always told me
This road'll never lead ya nowhere
Them ol' guitars and good feeling women
Ya thank they'll get ya somewhere
Lord
Well I woke up this mornin'
Looked outdoors
I can tell my milk cow
I can tell by the way she lows
If you see my milk cow
Please drive her
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