Good Ol’ Boy (Gettin’ Tough) Songtext
von Confederate Railroad

I got a job but it ain′t nearly enough
A twenty thousand dollar pickup truck
Belongs to me and the bank and some funny talkin' man from Iran
I left the service and got a G.I. loan
I got married bought myself a home
Now I hang around this one horse town and do the best than I can

It′s gettin' tough
Just my luck
I was born in the land of plenty now there ain't enough
Gettin′ cold
I′ve been told
Nowadays it just don't pay to be a good ol′ boy

Been goin' nowhere down a one-way track
I′d kill to leave it but ain't no turnin′ back
Got the wife and the kids and what would everybody say
My brother's standin' on a welfare line
And any minute now I might get mine
Meanwhile it′s the I.R.S. and the devil to pay


Gettin′ tough
Just my luck
I was born in the land of plenty now there ain't enough
Gettin′ cold
I've been told
Nowadays it just don′t pay to be a good ol' boy

I hit the beer joints every Friday night
Spend a little money lookin′ for a fight
It don't matter if I lose or win
'Cause Monday I′m back on the losin′ end again

Gettin' tough
It′s just my luck
I was born in the land of plenty now there ain't enough
It′s gettin' cold
I′ve been told
Nowadays it just don't pay to be a good ol' boy

Gettin′ tough
Just my luck
I was born in the land of plenty now there ain′t enough
Gettin' cold
I′ve been told
Nowadays it just don't pay to be a good ol′ boy