Lyrics Blake Shelton – Good Ole Boys

Well every time I turn around
I see some dude dressed like a clown
Baggy pants and a cap on sideways
They don’t say ma’am or sir no more

Tell me where did all the good ole boys go
Must be workin’ on a farm
Or out there chasin’ rainbows
Are they back in Oklahoma
Or at a Texas rodeo
Tell me where did all the good ole boys go

Are they sittin’ on an old bar stool
Tellin’ lies and cuttin’ the fool
Talkin’ about the way it was and wishin’
Or down in Orange Beach, Alabama
Hangin’ out at the Flora-Bama
Headed out the pass and goin’ fishin’

Tell me where did all the good ole boys go
Must be workin’ on a farm
Or out there chasin’ rainbows
Are they hidin’ down in Georgia
Or at a Texas rodeo
Tell me where did all the good ole boys go

Are they drivin’ cattle and ridin’ high
Livin’ life the cowboy way
Or down there on the front line
Fightin’ off the bad guys
Givin’ em hell for the good ole USA

Tell me where did all the good ole boys go

Spoken
I know where a few of ’em are
Down there in southern Oklahoma
There’s even some down in Texas
I even saw one in New York one time
You know what I’m talkin’ about ladies
Hell, I’ll hold the door for ya
I’ll hold your purse for ya
And I’ll even go pick up some feminine products for ya
That’s what a good ole boy’ll do