Lyrics:
for coming home
When I see ya I'll say, oh
Brian, you're a good ol' boy
The king is here to stay
Disregarding any input
Coming from the servants you bought
I'm sticking with whiskey and the good ol' boys
Who put pants on one leg at a time
Whose hands are
Sunday kneeling
Like glass bags popping you keep making that noise
Southern boy
Yeah, good ol' southern boy
I'D RATHER CALL THAN SEND A TEXT|AIN'T CHASIN' TRENDS WHEN I DRESS|JUST A GOOD OL' BOY WITH AN'| |OLD SOUL, BORN BEHIND MY TIME|LIKE AN OL' CHUNK A COAL
Nervous and scared I asked you for a dance
All of my buddies said "Yeah, right, fat chance
She'll never go for a good ol' boy like you"
But
I'm with a pack of good boys
We all good ol' boys
Lookin back at the good ol' days
We got big ass cribs now but its all the same
We got big ass
Please, just, don't uh
I'm just a good ol' Southern boy
I'm just a good ol' Southern boy
Just don't hurt me
Every Friday night I go to bubba's hardware store
And give the secret knock on the private stockroom door
Good ol' boys are shootin craps playin'
drinkin' beer and tellin' lies
But it's a damn good way for a good ol' boy to know he ain't alone
And forget the pile of BS he put up with all week long
Well, I don't how to get quite right
When you're lookin' at me that way
That blue-eyed stairway to heaven
Make a good ol' boy wanna pray, pray
okay,
But what'll you do about me?
Picture your neighbors when you try to explain,
That good ol' boy standin' out in the rain,
With his nose
eight years of high school are the hardest
My own twin boys surpass me in the Fall
I got my twang acting like a good ol' boy
But what does that mean
I'll
some people are sayin'
This world's gone into the ground
But all it's gonna take are some good ol' boys to turn it all back around
I've seen a lot
'07 I was runnin free
I had a big head of hope and an ol' tire swing
I had it all laid out but it landed me deep
In this good ol' boy's garden of weeds
the land of the free
Raise that can up sky high, good times, don't give a damn
Tell the good ol' boys to grab another and we'll do it again
Damn, it feels
boys
This ol' life's short enough
We were raised right and we hate to lie
There's just some things to good to pass up
Well on Friday night you're gonna
Down them backroads winding up at Kickapoo Creek
(Skinny dipping)
Dancin' and singin' to some good ol' boys like me
(Here we go)
Baby, there's
the good ol' boy state with the ol' blokes
Where getting judged ain't only by the old folks
And it's hard to have pride
When alikes die
By the barrel load
world, but she's CGI
She can turn into a lizard in the blink of an eye
The ways it goes She's Miss, Cool, Toes
And when the good ol' boys get together
yaaaayyyyy
It's just another one of them, good ol' huntin' days.
Boys gettin' all together for another trail blaze.
it's a forest revival, an alleluia
We got some good ol boys
Pickin up girls ina jacked up truck
We got that ice cold beer
Solo cup man fill it on up
We got 12 point bucks and ducks
sucker to the sun?
Now he smells like the good ol' boys of Apollo One
Mama, Mama tell me I ain't gonna die
Maybe baby, say you found the Astroglide
negotiate, or fight
I was sittin' down for supper 'bout eleven past ten
When my good ol' boy's old lady come bustin' in
Officer Good Lookin' and his pal
said don't trust your memory, always make a list
And there was nothing duck tape couldn't fix
Be a good ol' boy, these words he swore by
The good lord
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