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

It's a crying shame

Tell me, where did all the good ole boys go?

Must be working on a farm

Or out there chasing rainbows

Are they back in Oklahoma?

Or at a Texas rodeo?

Tell me, where did all the good ole boys go?

Are they sitting on an old bar stool

Telling lies and cutting the fool?

Talking about the way it was and wishing

Or down in Orange Beach, Alabama

Hanging out at the Flora Bama

Headed out the pass and going fishing

Tell me, where did all the good ole boys go?

Must be working on a farm

Or out there chasing rainbows

Are they hiding down in Georgia?

Or at a Texas rodeo?

Tell me, where did all the good ole boys go?

Are they driving cattle and riding high

Living life the cowboy way?

Or down there on the front line

Fighting off the bad guys

Giving 'em hell for the good ole USA

Tell me, where did all the good ole boys go?

Must be working on a farm

Or out there chasing 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 talking about, ladies

Hell, I'll hold the door for you

I'll hold your purse for you

And I'll even go pick up

Some feminine products for you

That's what a good ole boy would do