Good Ol’ Boy

[Verse 1]
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
If that jukebox in the corner ain't got one Waylon song to play
I guess a good ol' boy's damn 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
And that land I used to hunt got locked up behind a rich man's gate
Yeah, a good ol' boy's damn hard to be these days

[Chorus]
But I'm doin' my damnedest to stand it
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 damn hard to be these days

[Verse 2]
And 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

[Chorus]
But I'm doin' my damnedest to stand it
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 damn hard to be these days

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
But I'm doin' my damnedest to stand it
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 damn hard to be these days
Yeah, a good ol' boy's damn hard to be these days, yeah