Good Ol' Boys with Bad Names

Well I come from the holler
 Where you beg to get a dollar
 Then you go up the road
 For a baggie of dope
 Won't you cut me out one, babe
 Baby you and I know when the dust of fire hits my throat
 My eyes will get wide and we'll roll through the night
 Till the break of day
 We're just good ole boys with bad names
 Can't think of what to blame
 For the snorting and stealing
 Drinking and dealing
 Ways of our dark world
 Meet me out at midnight
 Put that fire to my pipe
 Hits my lungs like a blast from a gun
 And keeps me up for days
 My heart gets to racing
 My Hands get to shaking
 I'll get by till the sun starts to shine
 Then I'm on my way
 We're just good ole boys with bad names
 Can't think of what to blame
 For the snorting and stealing
 Drinking and dealing
 Ways of our dark world