[Verse 1] 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 If that jukebox in the corner aint got one Waylon song to play I guess a good ol boys damn hard to be these days They bought up and subdivided our half of Talking Rock Creek And that get there gravel roads grown up into a fullblown street And that land I used to hunt got locked up behind a rich mans gate Yeah, a good ol boys damn hard to be these days [Chorus] But Im doin my damnedest to stand it The same kinda boots that my granddad and daddy worked land in Im proud of where my roots got planted And that aint never gonna change, no way Yeah, a good ol boys damn hard to be these days [Verse 2] And nowadays, anything that you say It might offend someone else So if you love God and the flag You better keep it to yourself And anymore, when you hold the door You dont even get a thanks I guess a good ol boys too hard to be these days [Chorus] But Im doin my damnedest to stand it The same kinda boots that my granddad and daddy worked land in Im proud of where my roots got planted And that aint never gonna change, no way Yeah, a good ol boys damn hard to be these days [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] But Im doin my damnedest to stand it The same kinda boots that my granddad and daddy worked land in Im proud of where my roots got planted And that aint never gonna change, no way Yeah, a good ol boys damn hard to be these days Yeah, a good ol boys damn hard to be these days, yeah
ol, damnedest, boy, damn, granddad