Good Ol' Boy

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, got a G.I. loan I got married, bought myself a home Now I hang around this one horse town And do the best that 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 a wife for the kids And what will everybody say My brother's standin' on a welfare line And any minute now I might get mine And meanwhile it's the I.R.S. and the devil to pay Well, 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 joint every Friday night Spend a little money lookin' for a fight And 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