Just a good ol'boys Never meanin'no harm Beats all you never saw Been in trouble with the law Ever since they were born Straightin'the curves Flattin'the hills Someday the mountain get them But the law never will Makin'there way The only way they know how That's just a little bit more Than the law will allow Makin'there way The only way they know how That's just a little bit more Than the law will allow I'm a good ol'boy And my momma loves me But you don't understand, They keep showing my hands and Not my face on TV THE GENERAL LEE

I don't need a membership to validate The hard work I've put in and the dues I've paid Never been too good at just goin' along I guess I've always kinda been for the underdog Favors for friends will get you in and get you far Shouldn't be about who it is you know But about how good you are Don't wanna be part of the good ol' boys club Cigars and handshakes, appreciate you, but no, thanks Another gear in a big machine don't sound like fun to me Don't wanna be part of the good ol' boys club There's a million ways to dream and that's just fine Oh, but I ain't losin' any sleep at night And if I end up goin' down in flames Well, at least I know I did it my own way Hey, hey, ey, ey Don't wanna be part of the good ol' boys club Cigars and handshakes, appreciate you, but no, thanks Another gear in a big machine don't sound like fun to me I don't wanna be part of the good ol' boys club Favors for friends will get you in and they'll get you far But when did it become about who you know And not about how good you are? Don't wanna be part of the good ol' boys club Cigars and handshakes, appreciate you, but no, thanks Another gear in a big machine don't sound like fun to me I don't wanna be part of the good ol' boys club I don't wanna be part of your good ol' boys club

Old Clarence was a corn fed Sunday school teacher At the Cheephill Church of Christ A God fearing fence clearing, hay slinging Hymn singing, back breaker all of his life Came in early one night, find his pretty wife In the arms of another man There's hell to pay when a good ole boy goes bad In a smoke filled late night club by the river Sat a stranger dealing five card stud He was a big talkin', fast walkin' fly by nighter There to take the money and run They caught the fella cheatin' So they set him up a meeting With his maker in the promise land Nobody sees a thing when a good ole boy goes bad The good book goes out the window When the gloves go to the floor His give a damn to be a righteous man Don't give a damn no more Under that blue collar There's a big ole long red tail It hides the truth, but it bleeds through When a good ole boy goes bad Now old man Taylor was a fourth generation Crop growin' son of a gun One dry summer Uncle Sam come a runnin' Wantin' money but there wasn't none He put a crop in the hollar When night came he watered By fall he had the cold hard cash When times get hard Sometimes a good ole boy goes bad The good book goes out the window When the gloves go to the floor His give a damn to be a righteous man Don't give a damn no more Under that blue collar There's a big ole long red tail It hides the truth but it bleeds through When a good ole boy goes bad The good book goes out the window When the gloves go to the floor His give a damn to be a righteous man Don't give a damn no more Under that blue collar There's a big ole long red tail It hides the truth but it bleeds through When a good ole boy goes bad It hides the truth but it bleeds through When a good ole boy goes bad

Just two good ole boys, Never meaning no harm. Beats all you ever saw, been in trouble with the law Since the day they were born. Straightenin' the curves, Flattenin' the hills. Someday, the mountain might get 'em but the law never will. Makin' their wayyyyyy, the only way they know how. Well, that's just a ittle bit more than the law will allow. Just two good ole boys, Wouldn't change if they could, Fightin' the system like two modern day Robin Hoods.[YEE-HAW (Seldom heard verse): I'm a good ole boy, You know my mama loves me. But she don't understand, they keep a-showin' my hands And not my face on T.V.

It's waking up in the pitch black Coffee in a cup, out the door 'fore the dawn cracks A quick prayer in the barn, "Lord, we sure could use some rain" Climb on up in the tractor Take a hundred laps, wake the kids up after Get a quick kiss from your baby, then it's time to start the day It's giving all you've got to give, then going ten steps farther It's a dusty cap and coveralls that you put on like armor The days are long, the work is hard But your calloused hands are harder The only thing tougher than the farm, is the farmer It's dinner time at sunset Knowing that a bunch of folks that you ain't met Can gather 'round the table, with enough to pass around It's good dog and a dirty truck, a hand helping your neighbor up It's the whole counting on us, and we ain't gonna let 'em down It's giving all you've got to give, then going ten steps farther It's a dusty cap and coveralls that you put on like armor The days are long, the work is hard But your calloused hands are harder The only thing tougher than the farm, is the farmer Steady as a fence post Shoot you straighter than a corn row The world needs 'em, God knows That's why he made the farmer It's giving all you've got to give, then going ten steps farther It's a dusty cap and coveralls that you put on like armor The days are long, the work is hard But your calloused hands are harder Yeah, the only thing tougher than the farm, is the farmer, mm-mm

Boy, you're gonna know it all You'll think you're ten feet tall And run like you're bulletproof And total a car or two Boy, you're gonna hate this town, Wish you could burn it down That fire in your eyes is twenty counties wide But boy, you're gonna love seventeen And boy, you'll do some stupid things You're gonna drive and kiss And throw a punch And grow up way too fast You're gonna drop the ball Hit the wall And break some hearts like glass I know you will, 'cause you're a part of me And a part of you will always be a boy You're gonna be so stubborn You get that from your mother I already see it now, you weren't built for backing down And boy, there'll be a small town nights And you'll fall for her sky-blue eyes And when she's in your hands You'll think you're a man and not a boy She'll make you lose your mind, boy She'll be every reason why You're gonna drive and kiss And throw a punch And grow up way too fast You're gonna drop the ball Hit the wall And break some hearts like glass I know you will, 'cause you're a part of me And a part of you will always be my boy It's 3am and I'd do anything to get you back to sleep And that face will be the same one in the rear-view The day I watch you leave But boy, you're gonna come back home You're gonna settle down But you won't feel the way I'm feelin' now Until you have a boy He's gonna know it all He'll think he's ten feet tall And run like he's bulletproof And total a car or two

We've always been all over the map Kinda messed up lovers But we found a common ground Playing twister under the covers We don't have much to say No, we aint much for talkin' But we've got a secret that keeps more than the front porch rocking We're a mixtape Every song has sex in the title We can't turn it off so I turn it on Repeat, repeat, repeat We're a mixtape Every song has sex in the title We can't turn it off so I turn it on Repeat, repeat, repeat Oh oh oh (Who's that knocking?) Well our neighbors, the get mad Evey single time we do it 'Cause they know im taping more than just my feet to the music Lately we're operating smoother than a surgon So tonight we might just have to play the extended version We're a mixtape Every song has sex in the title We can't turn it off so I turn it on Repeat, repeat, repeat We're a mixtape Every song has sex in the title We can't turn it off so I turn it on Repeat, repeat, repeat Oh oh oh (Don't stop it now) I'm gonna set you up, Lets talk about sex, baby Sexual healing I'm bringing sexy back And coming up next, Sex and candy We're a mixtape Every song has sex in the title We can't turn it off so I turn it on Repeat, repeat, repeat We're a mixtape Every song has sex in the title We can't turn it off so I turn it on Repeat, repeat, repeat Yeah Whoa "Repeat" x5 We're all ove the map baby Kinda messed up lovers to be honest Alright, play it agian