Travis Tritt - When Good Ol' Boys Go Bad Lyrics
Old Clarence was a corn fed sunday school teacherAt the Cheephill Church of ChristA God fearing fence clearing, hay slinging,Hymm singing, back breaker all of his lifeCame in early one night, find his pretty wifeIn the arms of another manThere's hell to pay when a good ole boy goes bad.In a smoke filled late night club by the riverSat a stranger dealing five card studHe was a big talkin', fast walkin' fly by nighterThere to take the money and runThey caught the fella cheatin'So they set him up a meetingWith his maker in the promise landNobody see's a thing when a good ole boy goes bad.The good book goes out the windowWhen the gloves go to the floorHis give a damn to be a rightous manDon't give a damn no moreUnder that blue collarThere's a big ole long red tailIt hides the truthBut it bleeds thruWhen a good ole boy goes bad.Now old man Taylor was a fourth generationCrop growin' son of a gunOne dry summer Uncle Sam come a runnin'Wantin' money but there wasn't noneHe put a crop in the hollarWhen night came he wateredBy fall he had the cold hard cashWhen times get hardSometimes a good ole boy goes bad.The good book goes out the windowWhen the gloves go to the floorHis give a damn to be a rightous manDon't give a damn no moreUnder that blue collarThere's a big ole long red tailIt hides the truthBut it bleeds thruWhen a good ole boy goes bad.The good book goes out the windowWhen the gloves go to the floorHis give a damn to be a rightous manDon't give a damn no moreUnder that blue collarThere's a big ole long red tailIt hides the truthBut it bleeds thruWhen a good ole boy goes bad.It hides the truthBut it bleeds thruWhen a good ole boy goes bad...