| Not too many years ago
|
| When dreams were coming true
|
| I’d reach for inspiration
|
| Sometimes it would be you
|
| I’d hear you on the radio
|
| I sure did like your sound
|
| Say it’s good to know there’s still
|
| A few ol’country boys around
|
| From the smoke it’s hard to tell
|
| What’s coming down the line
|
| We heard you were a fast train
|
| Coming out of Caroline
|
| We wondered what you were haulin'
|
| When you rolled into to town
|
| Say it’s good to know there’s still
|
| A few ol’country boys around
|
| You must have felt that same old feeling
|
| More than once or twice
|
| Guitars pressed against our hearts
|
| Under the neon lights
|
| I’ve got to say that feeling is the best that I have found
|
| Lord it’s good to know there’s still
|
| A few ol’country boys around
|
| There’s a lot of truth you know
|
| In our kind of songs
|
| About the life you’re living
|
| And how love’s done you wrong
|
| As long as there’s a jukebox
|
| And a honky tonk in town
|
| It’s good to know there’s still
|
| A few ol’country boys around
|
| It’s good to know there’s still
|
| A few ol’country boys around |