I've been hanging around your old stamping ground I've been up to my neck in good cheer I've been slapped on the back and kissed on the cheek Hey let me buy you another beer And you came along with your happy little song I could have read you but I read you wrong You ran for the cover when the chips were down I heard you were looking all over town For that good old boys stuff I've had a gutful of your diamond in the rough And your good old boys stuff That good old boys stuff Whatever happened to the good old days How come it took you so long To get blown away by the next big thing? Was it the wine, the women or the song? She's taking over, she's got the goods She's on the radio in your neighbourhood She used to be in love with you my friend But she got tired in the end Of your good old boys stuff She's had a gutful, she's had enough Of your good old boys stuff Your good old boys stuff Here come the girls with their perfect skin Here come the new billionaires It's only jealousy lurking within So go tell someone who cares They've got the microphone, they've got the news With their citadels and the new age blues It's going to come back to bite you again But you live and hope until then For that good old boys stuff We've had a gutful, you've had enough Of that diamond in the rough That good old boys stuff