Lyrics Good Ol' Boy (Getting' Tough) - Steve Earle

Good Ol' Boy (Getting' Tough)

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, got a G.I.
loan
I got married, bought myself a home
Now I hang around this one horse town
And do the best that I can
It’s getting tough, just my luck
I was born in The Land of Plenty
Now there ain’t enough
Getting cold, I’ve been told
Well, 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
An' any minute now, I might get mine
Meanwhile, it’s the I.R.S.
An' the Devil to pay
Getting tough, just my luck
I was born in The Land of Plenty
Now there ain’t enough
Getting cold, I’ve been told
Well, nowadays it just don’t pay
To be a good ol' boy
Well, I hit the beer joint every Friday night
Spend a little money, lookin' for a fight
An' it don’t matter if I lose or win
'Cause Monday I’m back on the losin' end again
Getting tough, it’s just my luck
I was born in The Land of Plenty
Now there ain’t enough
It’s getting cold, I’ve been told
Well, nowadays it just don’t pay
To be a good ol' boy
Getting tough, just my luck
I was born in The Land of Plenty
Now there ain’t enough
Well, getting cold, I’ve been told
Well, nowadays it just don’t pay
To be a good ol' boy