Good Ol' Boy

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's damned 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's damned hard to be these days

But I'm doing my damnedest to stand in
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's damned hard to be these days

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's too hard to be these days

But I'm doing my damnedest to stand in
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's damned hard to be these days

But I'm doing my damnedest to stand in
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's damned hard to be these days
Yeah, a good ol' boy's damned hard to be these days, yeah