| Well every time I turn around
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| I see some dude dressed like a clown
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| Baggy pants and a cap on sideways
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| They don’t say ma’am or sir no more
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| They won’t even hold a door for a woman
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| Well it’s a cryin' shame
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| Tell me where did all the good ole boys go
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| Must be workin' on a farm
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| Or out there chasin' rainbows
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| Are they back in Oklahoma
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| Or at a Texas rodeo
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| Tell me where did all the good ole boys go
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| Are they sittin' on an old bar stool
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| Tellin' lies and cuttin' the fool
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| Talkin' about the way it was and wishin'
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| Or down in Orange Beach, Alabama
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| Hangin' out at the Flora-Bama
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| Headed out the pass and goin' fishin'
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| Tell me where did all the good ole boys go
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| Must be workin' on a farm
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| Or out there chasin' rainbows
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| Are they hidin' down in Georgia
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| Or at a Texas rodeo
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| Tell me where did all the good ole boys go
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| Are they drivin' cattle and ridin' high
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| Livin' life the cowboy way
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| Or down there on the front line
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| Fightin' off the bad guys
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| Givin' em hell for the good ole USA
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| Tell me where did all the good ole boys go
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| Must be workin' on a farm
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| Or out there chasin' rainbows
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| Are they back in Oklahoma
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| Or at a Texas rodeo
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| Tell me where did all the good ole boys go
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| Yeah just where the hell did the good ole boys go
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| I know where a few of 'em are
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| Down there in southern Oklahoma
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| There’s even some down in Texas
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| I even saw one in New York one time
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| You know what I’m talkin' about ladies
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| Hell, I’ll hold the door for ya
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| I’ll hold your purse for ya
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| And I’ll even go pick up some feminine products for ya
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| That’s what a good ole boy’ll do |