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? 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