It's Friday night, the parking lot Behind the Dew Drop Inn There's Dwight and Duane And Jimmie James, the best and worst of friends
They don't behave like they were raised To act by mom and dad Oh lord, them good ol' boys are bad Sippin' whiskey from a dixie cup And lyin' to each other 'til long past sun up Playin' stud with two weeks pay Well that's okay They wake up late and have to ask What kind of time they had Oh lord, them good ol' boys are bad
The ladies come, the ladies go They never seem to stay The boys'll give 'em plenty But they won't give their hearts away
But when they leave, at least they leave Unsatisfied not sad Oh lord, them good ol' boys are bad Sippin' whiskey from a dixie cup And lyin' to each other 'til long past sun up Playin' stud with two weeks pay Well that's okay They wake up late and have to ask What kind of time they had Oh lord, them good ol' boys are bad They wake up late and have to ask What kind of time they had Oh lord, them good ol' boys are bad
Well, maybe they ain't growin' up They're only growin' old 'Cause underneath their outlaw skin There beats a heart of gold They need their fun 'cause everyone's
A school of hard knocks grad Oh lord, them good ol' boys ain't bad Sippin' whiskey from a dixie cup And lyin' to each other 'til long past sun up Playin' stud with two weeks pay Well that's okay They wake up late and have to ask What kind of time they had Oh lord, them good ol' boys are bad Oh lord, them good ol' boys are bad Oh lord, them good ol' boys are badTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
