Old Clarence was a cornfed sunday school teacher at the cheephill church of christ
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A God fearing fence clearing, hay slinging, hymm singing, back breaker all of his life
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Came in early one night, find his pretty wife in the arms of another man
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There's hell to pay when a Good Ole Boy Goes Bad
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In a smoke filled late night club by the river
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Sat a stranger dealing five card stud
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He was a big talkin, fast walkin fly by nighter
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There to take the money and run
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They caught the fella cheatin
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So they set him up a meating
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With his maker in the promise land
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Nobody see's a thing when a Good Ole Boy Goes Bad
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The good book goes out the window
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When the gloves go to the floor
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His give a damn to be a rightous man
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Don't give a damn no more
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Under that blue collar
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There's a big ole long red tail
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It hides the truth
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But it bleeds thru
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When a Good Ole Boy Goes Bad
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Now old man Taylor was a fourth generation
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Crop growin son of a gun
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One dry summer Uncle Sam come a runnin
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Wantin' money but there wasn't none
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He put a crop in the hollar
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When night came he watered
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By fall he had the cold hard cash
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When times get hard
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Sometimes a Good Ole Boy Goes Bad
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The good book goes out the window
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When the gloves go to the floor
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His give a damn to be a rightous man
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Don't give a damn no more
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Under that blue collar
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There's a big ole long red tail
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It hides the truth
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But it bleeds thru
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When a Good Ole Boy Goes Bad
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The good book goes out the window
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When the gloves go to the floor
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His give a damn to be a rightous man
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Don't give a damn no more
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Under that blue collar
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There's a big ole long red tail
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It hides the truth
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But it bleeds thru
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When a Good Ole Boy Goes Bad
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It hides the truth
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But it bleeds thru
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When a Good Ole Boy Goes Bad
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When Good Ol' Boys Go Bad
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| Travis Tritt |
