Lyrics just good ole boys good ole girls

Lyrics:

won't even hold a door for a woman
Well it's a cryin' shame

Tell me where did all the good ole boys go
Must be workin' on a farm
Or out there

even hold a door for a woman
Well it's a cryin' shame

Tell me where did all the good ole boys go
Must be workin' on a farm
Or out there chasin' rainbows

would've had to leave

But I guess it's all good ole boy
Didn't know you had it good ole boy
Learned your manners in Tennessee
Bet your momma doesn't

rather have a good ole boy
One who ain't afraid to make some noise
Do what you want to do, but if I had the choice
I'd rather have a good ole boy
Yeah,

Coke, no doubt I know

God's gotta be a good ole boy
God's gotta be a good ole boy
He put the bucks in the woods, put the bass in the water
Put

so far from above it
Pushin' and shovin' they don't know of that I'm posted on a regular
Good 'ole boy from around the way - might be small but don't

breaker all of his life

Came in early one night, find his pretty wife
In the arms of another man
There's hell to pay when a good ole boy goes bad

In

American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die

American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die

American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die

a deal and you can't give him back

Cause he's a good ole boy
Good for nothing
Good at lying, good at loving
Good at leaving
When the rent comes due
He's

gonna be
So what do you do with good ole boys like me

Nothing makes a sound in the night like the wind does
But you ain't afraid if you're washed in

When the Good Ole Boys Age Out
Jon Wolfe/Dave Brainard/Tony Ramey

When I was just a kid grandad told me son this world’s a changing fast
The one I

to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Did

hearted people
The gentle folks at home
Yours and mine
This ones for the good ole boys 
That I'd give the world to see
This ones for the way 
Them

gonna be
So what do you do with good ole boys like me

Nothing makes a sound in the night like the wind does
But you ain't afraid if you're washed in

American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die

the moonlight
It's a bring your own booze contribution
We got beer and good ole boys, good ole girls
Gettin' backwards in a backwoods world
Sunday morning

hearted people 
The gentle folks at home
Yours and mine
This one's for the good ole boys 
That I'd give the world to see
This one's for the way 
Them

a song
In the soul of this good ole boy
I sing for Joy

When I was lonely, my angel found me
She sweetly and gently wrapped her arms around me

American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n' Rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die

Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw
Fire up the smoke
Grab that old guitar
We're just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild
It's goin down field

out by the bonfire
Just some good ole boys having a dang good time
We crank it up, down here
We get loud, down here
Throwin' down, in the dirty dirty

gonna sing?
It's a match made up in heaven
Like good ole boys and beer
And me, as long as you're right here

Your license in my wallet
When we go