Текст песни Blake Shelton - Good ol' boys

Well every time I turn aroundI see some dude dressed like a clownBaggy pants and a cap on sidewaysThey don't say ma'am or sir no moreThey won't even hold a door for a womanWell it's a crying shameTell me where did all the good ole boys goMust be working on a farmOr out there chasing rainbowsAre they back in OklahomaOr at a Texas rodeoTell me where did all the good ole boys goAre they sitting on an old bar stoolTelling lies and cutting the foolTalking about the way it was and wishingOr down in Orange Beach, AlabamaHanging out at the Flora-BamaHeaded out the pass and going fishingTell me where did all the good ole boys goMust be working on a farmOr out there chasing rainbowsAre they hiding down in Georgia

Or at a Texas rodeoTell me where did all the good ole boys goAre they driving cattle and riding highLiving life the cowboy wayOr down there on the front lineFighting off the bad guysGiving ‘em hell for the good ole USATell me where did all the good ole boys goMust be working on a farmOr out there chasing rainbowsAre they back in OklahomaOr at a Texas rodeoTell me where did all the good ole boys goYeah just where the hell did the good ole boys goI know where a few of 'em areDown there in southern OklahomaThere's even some down in TexasI even saw one in New York one timeYou know what I'm talking about ladiesHell, I'll hold the door for yaI'll hold your purse for yaAnd I'll even go pick up some feminine products for yaThat's what a good ole boy'll do
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