Jacob Bryant - Good Ol' Boy lyrics
[Jacob Bryant - Good Ol' Boy lyrics]
Around here every hole in the wall where we used to hang out and drink
Has turned into a hipster bar where the boys wear skinny jeans
Yeah, that jukebox in the corner ain't got one Waylon song to play
I guess a good ol' boy is damn hard to be these days
They bought up and subdivided our half of talking rock creek
And that get there gravel road's grown up into a full-blown street
Yeah, that land I used to hunt got locked up behind a rich man's gate
Yeah, a good ol' boy is damn hard to be these days
But I'm doin' my damnedest to stand it
The same kinda boots that my granddad and daddy worked land in
I'm proud of where my roots got planted
And that ain't never gonna change, no way
Yeah, a good ol' boy is damn hard to be these days
And nowadays anything that you say, it might offend someone else
So if you love God and the flag you better keep it to yourself
And anymore when you hold the door you don't even get a thanks
I guess a good ol' boy is too hard to be these days
But I'm doin' my damnedest to stand it
The same kinda boots that my granddad and daddy worked land in
I'm proud of where my roots got planted
And that ain't never gonna change, no way
Yeah, a good ol' boy is damn hard to be these days
But I'm doin' my damnedest to stand it
The same kinda boots that my granddad and daddy worked land in
I'm proud of where my roots got planted
And that ain't never gonna change, no way
Yeah, a good ol' boy is damn hard to be these days
Yeah, a good ol' boy is damn hard to be these days, yeah
Has turned into a hipster bar where the boys wear skinny jeans
Yeah, that jukebox in the corner ain't got one Waylon song to play
I guess a good ol' boy is damn hard to be these days
They bought up and subdivided our half of talking rock creek
And that get there gravel road's grown up into a full-blown street
Yeah, that land I used to hunt got locked up behind a rich man's gate
Yeah, a good ol' boy is damn hard to be these days
But I'm doin' my damnedest to stand it
The same kinda boots that my granddad and daddy worked land in
I'm proud of where my roots got planted
And that ain't never gonna change, no way
Yeah, a good ol' boy is damn hard to be these days
And nowadays anything that you say, it might offend someone else
So if you love God and the flag you better keep it to yourself
And anymore when you hold the door you don't even get a thanks
I guess a good ol' boy is too hard to be these days
But I'm doin' my damnedest to stand it
The same kinda boots that my granddad and daddy worked land in
I'm proud of where my roots got planted
And that ain't never gonna change, no way
Yeah, a good ol' boy is damn hard to be these days
But I'm doin' my damnedest to stand it
The same kinda boots that my granddad and daddy worked land in
I'm proud of where my roots got planted
And that ain't never gonna change, no way
Yeah, a good ol' boy is damn hard to be these days
Yeah, a good ol' boy is damn hard to be these days, yeah