Good Ol’ Boy (Gettin’ Tough) Songtext
von Steve Earle

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
Well, 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 will 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

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

Well, I hit the beer joints every Friday night
Spend a little money lookin' for a fight
But 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
Well, 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
We′re gettin' cold, I′ve been told
Well, nowadays it just don't pay to be a good ol′ boy