Good Ol' Boys Like Us

Sittin' on the toolbox
 In this short bed chevrolet
 I come out here to the county line
 When I need some time to think
 And lately I've been thinking
 'Bout a boy I used to know
 He was taken from this world
 At twenty-one years old
 When I look up at that photograph
 See the smile there on his face
 Well man it sure is hard to grasp
 But I know he's in a better place
 Cause gods got a spot in heaven
 For good ol' boys like us
 Yea he knows wings just ain't our thing
 So up there they drive pick up trucks
 And as we speak they're probably
 Spinnin' tires and slinging mud
 Yea gods got a place
 Yea gods got a place
 For good ol' boys like us
 You ever get the feelin'
 That they still hang around
 Yea you can almost feel them
 Though their no where to be found
 Some people tell me son
 It's all in your head
 But I say hey it's just their way
 Of watching over us my friend
 Well life goes on when we lose someone
 Cause it ain't our time yet
 But country folks just ain't the kind
 Of people to forget
 That gods got a spot in heaven
 For good ol' boys like us
 Yea he knows wings just ain't our thing
 So up there they drive pick up trucks
 And as we speak they're probably
 Spinnin' tires and slinging mud
 Yea gods got a place
 Yea gods got a place
 For good ol' boys like us
 Ohhh yeaa, for good ol' boys like us
 When I climb up off that toolbox
 And slide up in the seat
 I thank god for taking care of my buddy
 Until the next time we meet
 Gods got a spot in heaven
 For good ol' boys like us
 Yea they've always got our backs
 From somewhere up above
 Because a country boy always looks out
 For the ones that he loves
 Yea gods got a place
 Hey gods got a place
 Yea gods got a place
 For good ol' boys like us
 Oh yea, for good ol' boys like us
 
 Sittin' on the toolbox
 In this short bed chevrolet
 I come out here to the county line
 When I need some time to think
 And lately I've been thinking
 'Bout a boy I used to know
 He was taken from this world
 At twenty-one years old
 When I look up at that photograph
 See the smile there on his face
 Well man it sure is hard to grasp
 But I know he's in a better place
 Cause gods got a spot in heaven
 For good ol' boys like us
 Yea he knows wings just ain't our thing
 So up there they drive pick up trucks
 And as we speak they're probably
 Spinnin' tires and slinging mud
 Yea gods got a place
 Yea gods got a place
 For good ol' boys like us
 You ever get the feelin'
 That they still hang around
 Yea you can almost feel them
 Though their no where to be found
 Some people tell me son
 It's all in your head
 But I say hey it's just their way
 Of watching over us my friend
 Well life goes on when we lose someone
 Cause it ain't our time yet
 But country folks just ain't the kind
 Of people to forget
 That gods got a spot in heaven
 For good ol' boys like us
 Yea he knows wings just ain't our thing
 So up there they drive pick up trucks
 And as we speak they're probably
 Spinnin' tires and slinging mud
 Yea gods got a place
 Yea gods got a place
 For good ol' boys like us
 Ohhh yeaa, for good ol' boys like us
 When I climb up off that toolbox
 And slide up in the seat
 I thank god for taking care of my buddy
 Until the next time we meet
 Gods got a spot in heaven
 For good ol' boys like us
 Yea they've always got our backs
 From somewhere up above
 Because a country boy always looks out
 For the ones that he loves
 Yea gods got a place
 Hey gods got a place
 Yea gods got a place
 For good ol' boys like us
 Oh yea, for good ol' boys like us
 
 Sittin' on the toolbox
 In this short bed chevrolet
 I come out here to the county line
 When I need some time to think
 And lately I've been thinking
 'Bout a boy I used to know
 He was taken from this world
 At twenty-one years old
 When I look up at that photograph
 See the smile there on his face
 Well man it sure is hard to grasp
 But I know he's in a better place
 Cause gods got a spot in heaven
 For good ol' boys like us
 Yea he knows wings just ain't our thing
 So up there they drive pick up trucks
 And as we speak they're probably
 Spinnin' tires and slinging mud
 Yea gods got a place
 Yea gods got a place
 For good ol' boys like us
 You ever get the feelin'
 That they still hang around
 Yea you can almost feel them
 Though their no where to be found
 Some people tell me son
 It's all in your head
 But I say hey it's just their way
 Of watching over us my friend
 Well life goes on when we lose someone
 Cause it ain't our time yet
 But country folks just ain't the kind
 Of people to forget
 That gods got a spot in heaven
 For good ol' boys like us
 Yea he knows wings just ain't our thing
 So up there they drive pick up trucks
 And as we speak they're probably
 Spinnin' tires and slinging mud
 Yea gods got a place
 Yea gods got a place
 For good ol' boys like us
 Ohhh yeaa, for good ol' boys like us
 When I climb up off that toolbox
 And slide up in the seat
 I thank god for taking care of my buddy
 Until the next time we meet
 Gods got a spot in heaven
 For good ol' boys like us
 Yea they've always got our backs
 From somewhere up above
 Because a country boy always looks out
 For the ones that he loves
 Yea gods got a place
 Hey gods got a place
 Yea gods got a place
 For good ol' boys like us
 Oh yea, for good ol' boys like us