Lyrics Confederate Railroad – Good Ol’ Boy (Gettin’ Tough)
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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 and got a G.I. loan
Now I hang around this one horse town and do the best than I can
Gettin’ tough
Just my luck
I was born in the land of plenty now there ain’t enough
Gettin’ cold
I’ve been told
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 the wife and the kids and what would everybody say
My brother’s standin’ on a welfare line
And any minute now I might get mine
Meanwhile it’s the I.R.S. and the devil to pay
Gettin’ tough
Just my luck
I was born in the land of plenty now there ain’t enough
Gettin’ cold
I’ve been told
Nowadays it just don’t pay to be a good ol’ boy
I hit the beer joints every Friday night
Spend a little money lookin’ for a fight
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
It’s gettin’ cold
I’ve been told
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
Gettin’ cold
I’ve been told
Nowadays it just don’t pay to be a good ol’ boy