Good Ole Boys

      D
Well, every time I turn around, I see some dude dressed like a clown
                         A
Baggy pants and a cap on sideways
They don't say ma'am or sir no more, they won't even hold a door for a woman
                    D
Well, it's a cryin' shame

        D                                  G
Tell me where did all the good ole boys go
        D                     G                 A
Must be workin' on a farm, or out there chasin' rainbows
         D                         G
Are they back in Oklahoma, or at a Texas rodeo
        D                 A                D
Tell me where did all the good ole boys go

         D
Are they sittin' on an old bar stool, tellin' lies and cuttin' the fool
                                A
Talkin' bout the way it was and wishin'
Or down in Orange Beach, Alabama, hangin' out at the Flora-Bama
                              D
Headed out the pass and goin' fishing

        D                                  G
Tell me where did all the good ole boys go
        D                     G                 A
Must be workin' on a farm, or out there chasin' rainbows
         D                               G
Are they hidin' down in Georgia, or at a Texas rodeo
        D                 A                D
Tell me where did all the good ole boys go

D  D | G  G | D  A | D  D | D  D

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Are they drivin' cattle and ridin' high
                       A
Livin' life the cowboy way
Or down there on the front line, fightin' off the bad guys
                                   D
Givin' 'em hell for the good ole USA

        D                                  G
Tell me where did all the good ole boys go
        D                     G                 A
Must be workin' on a farm, or out there chasin' rainbows
         D                         G
Are they back in Oklahoma, or at a Texas rodeo
        D                 A                D
Tell me where did all the good ole boys go
G          D                      A                D
Yeah, just where the hell did the good ole boys go

D
G                             D
I know where a few of 'em are
G                               D                                G
Down there in southern Oklahoma There's even some down in Texas,
D                                   G
I even saw one in New York one time
D
You know what I"m talkin' about ladies,
G                                D
Hell, I'll hold the door for ya
G                            D
I'll hold your purse for ya,
                 G                           D
I'll even go pick up some feminine products for ya
G                                D
That's what a good ole boy'll do

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