She took my cowboy boots and my fishin' gear,
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My George Jones CD's and my case of beer.
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She left a little note up on the table sayin' we were through.
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Hey mister, you tell me, what's a good ol' boy to do?
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I had a cherry red pick up, '75.
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Last time I saw it, it was headin' out the drive.
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Her hair was blowin' in the wind,
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I think that she was laughin' too!
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Hey mister, you tell me, what's a good ol' boy to do?
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Time's are a changin', things are rearrangin'.
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Lordy, it's a hell of a mess.
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Who's in control, well I don't know.
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It ain't me I guess.
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I had a dog named Jack; she took him too.
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That was the coldest thing she could ever do.
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She left behind the cat,
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You know, the one that I'm allergic to.
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Hey mister, you tell me, what's a good ol' boy to do?
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Time's are a changin', things are rearrangin'.
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Lordy, it's a hell of a mess.
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Who's in control, well I don't know.
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It ain't me I guess.
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Well, I went on over to the Savings and Loan.
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I walked through the door and everybody moaned.
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She had been there yesterday,
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And left me with the dead-broke blues.
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Hey mister, you tell me, what's a good ol' boy to do?
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Time's are a changin', things are rearrangin'.
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Lordy, it's a hell of a mess.
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Who's in control, well I don't know.
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It ain't me I guess.
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She took my cowboy boots and my fishin' gear,
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My George Jones CD's and my case of beer.
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She left a little note up on the table sayin' we were through.
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Hey mister, you tell me, what's a good ol' boy to do?
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Hey mister, you tell me, what's a good ol' boy to do?
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Hey mister, you tell me, what's a good ol' boy to do?
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What's a Good Ol' Boy to Do
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| Jamie O'Hara |
