Old Clarence was a corn fed sunday school teacher At the Cheap Hill church of christ A god fearin, fence clearin', hay slingin', hymn singin' Back breaker all of his life Came in early one night found his pretty wife In the arms of another man There's hell to pay when a good ol'boy goes bad
In a smoke filled late night club by the river Sat a stranger dealin' five card stud He was a big talkin' fast walkin' fly by nighter There to take your money and run They caught the fella cheatin' so they set him up a meetin' With his maker in the promise land Nobody sees a thing when a good ol'boy goes bad
The good book goes out the window When the gloves go to the floor His give a damn to be a righteous man Don't give a damn no more Under that blue collar there's a big ol'long red path That hides the truth but it bleeds through When a good ol'boy goes bad
Now old man Taylor was a fourth generation Crop grownin' son of a gun One dry summer Uncle Samn come a runnin' Wantin' money but there wasn't none He put a crop in the holler when night came he watered By fall he had the cold hard cash When times get hard Sometimes a good ol'boy goes bad
It hides the truth but it bleeds through When a good ol' boy goes badTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
