Good Ol' Boy (UK Rock Remix)

Around here every hole in the wall where we used to hang out and drink

Has turned into a hipster bar where the boys wear skinny jeans

Yeah that juke box in the corner ain't got one skynyrd song to play

I guess a good ol' boy's damned hard to be these days

They bought up and subdivided our half of talking rock creek

And that get their gravel road's grown up into a full blown street

Yeah that land I used to hunt got locked up behind a rich man's gate

Yeah a good ol' boys damned hard to be these days

But i'm doing my damndest

To stand in the same kinda boots

That my grand dad and daddy worked land in

I'm proud of where my roots got planted

And that ain't never gonna change, no way

Yeah a good ol' boys damned hard to be these days

Now days everything that you say it might offend someone else

So if you love God and the flag you better keep it for yourself

And any more when you hold the door you don't even get a thanks

I guess a good ol' boys to hard to be these days

But I'm doing my damndest

To stand in the same kinda boots

That my grand dad and daddy worked land in

I'm proud of where my roots got planted

And that ain't never gonna change, no way

Yeah a good ol' boys damned hard to be these days

I'm doing my damndest

To stand in the same kinda boots

That my grand dad and daddy worked land in

I'm proud of where my roots got planted

And that ain't never gonna change, no way

Yeah a good ol' boys damned hard to be these days