Around here every hole in the wall where we used to hang out and drink
Has turned into a hipster bar where the boys wear skinny jeans
Yeah that juke box in the corner ain't got one skynyrd song to play
I guess a good ol' boy's damned hard to be these days
They bought up and subdivided our half of talking rock creek
And that get their gravel road's grown up into a full blown street
Yeah that land I used to hunt got locked up behind a rich man's gate
Yeah a good ol' boys damned hard to be these days
But i'm doing my damndest
To stand in the same kinda boots
That my grand dad and daddy worked land in
I'm proud of where my roots got planted
And that ain't never gonna change, no way
Yeah a good ol' boys damned hard to be these days
Now days everything that you say it might offend someone else
So if you love God and the flag you better keep it for yourself
And any more when you hold the door you don't even get a thanks
I guess a good ol' boys to hard to be these days
But I'm doing my damndest
To stand in the same kinda boots
That my grand dad and daddy worked land in
I'm proud of where my roots got planted
And that ain't never gonna change, no way
Yeah a good ol' boys damned hard to be these days
I'm doing my damndest
To stand in the same kinda boots
That my grand dad and daddy worked land in
I'm proud of where my roots got planted
And that ain't never gonna change, no way
Yeah a good ol' boys damned hard to be these days