Good Ole Boys

Well, every time I turn around
 I see some dude dressed like a clown
 Baggy pants and a cap on sideways
 They don't say ma'am or sir no more
 They 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 chasin' rainbows
 Are they back in Oklahoma
 Or at a Texas rodeo
 Tell me, where did all the good ole boys go?
 Are they sittin' on an old bar stool
 Tellin' lies and cuttin' the fool
 Talkin' about the way it was and wishin'
 Or down in Orange Beach, Alabama
 Hangin' out at the Flora-Bama
 Headed out the pass and goin' fishin'
 Tell me, where did all the good ole boys go?
 Must be workin' on a farm
 Or out there chasin' rainbows
 Are they hidin' down in Georgia
 Or at a Texas rodeo
 Tell me, where did all the good ole boys go?
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 Are they drivin' cattle and ridin' high
 Livin' life the cowboy way
 Or down there on the front line
 Fightin' off the bad guys
 Givin' em hell for the good ole USA
 Tell me, where did all the good ole boys go?
 Must be workin' on a farm
 Or out there chasin' rainbows
 Are they back in Oklahoma
 Or at a Texas rodeo
 Tell me, where did all the good ole boys go?
 Yeah, just where the hell did the good ole boys go?
 I know where a few of 'em are
 Down there in southern Oklahoma
 There's even some down in Texas
 I even saw one in New York one time
 You know what I'm talkin' about ladies
 Hell, I'll hold the door for ya
 I'll hold your purse for ya
 And I'll even go pick up some feminine products for ya
 That's what a good ole boy will do, ma'am