Good Ole Boys - Blake Shelton

Well every time I turn around

I see some dude dressed like a clown

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

Well it’s a cryin' shame

Tell me where did all the good ole boys go

Must be workin' on a farm

Or out there chasin' rainbows

Are they back in Oklahoma

Or at a Texas rodeo

Tell me where did all the good ole boys go

Are they sittin' on an old bar stool

Tellin' lies and cuttin' the fool

Talkin' about the way it was and wishin'

Or down in Orange Beach, Alabama

Hangin' out at the Flora-Bama

Headed out the pass and goin' fishin'

Tell me where did all the good ole boys go

Must be workin' on a farm

Or out there chasin' rainbows

Are they hidin' down in Georgia

Or at a Texas rodeo

Tell me where did all the good ole boys go

Are they drivin' cattle and ridin' high

Livin' life the cowboy way

Or down there on the front line

Fightin' off the bad guys

Givin' em hell for the good ole USA

Tell me where did all the good ole boys go

Must be workin' on a farm

Or out there chasin' rainbows

Are they back in Oklahoma

Or at a Texas rodeo

Tell me where did all the good ole boys go

Yeah just where the hell did the good ole boys go

I know where a few of 'em are

Down there in southern Oklahoma

There’s even some down in Texas

I even saw one in New York one time

You know what I’m talkin' about ladies

Hell, I’ll hold the door for ya

I’ll hold your purse for ya

And I’ll even go pick up some feminine products for ya

That’s what a good ole boy’ll do