When Good Ol' Boys Go Bad

Old Clarence was a corn fed sunday school teacher

At the Cheephill Church of Christ

A God fearing fence clearing, hay slinging,

Hymm 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 see's 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 rightous 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 thru

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 rightous 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 thru

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 rightous 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 thru

When a good ole boy goes bad.



It hides the truth

But it bleeds thru

When a good ole boy goes bad...