Good Ol' Boy (Getting' Tough) - Steve Earle

I got a job but it ain’t nearly enough

A twenty thousand dollar pickup truck

Belongs to me and the bank

And some funny talkin' man from Iran

I left the service, got a G.I.

loan

I got married, bought myself a home

Now I hang around this one horse town

And do the best that I can

It’s getting tough, just my luck

I was born in The Land of Plenty

Now there ain’t enough

Getting cold, I’ve been told

Well, nowadays it just don’t pay

To be a good ol' boy

Been goin' nowhere down a one way track

I’d kill to leave it but ain’t no turnin' back

Got the wife and the kids

And what would everybody say?

My brother’s standin' on a welfare line

An' any minute now, I might get mine

Meanwhile, it’s the I.R.S.

An' the Devil to pay

Getting tough, just my luck

I was born in The Land of Plenty

Now there ain’t enough

Getting cold, I’ve been told

Well, nowadays it just don’t pay

To be a good ol' boy

Well, I hit the beer joint every Friday night

Spend a little money, lookin' for a fight

An' it don’t matter if I lose or win

'Cause Monday I’m back on the losin' end again

Getting tough, it’s just my luck

I was born in The Land of Plenty

Now there ain’t enough

It’s getting cold, I’ve been told

Well, nowadays it just don’t pay

To be a good ol' boy

Getting tough, just my luck

I was born in The Land of Plenty

Now there ain’t enough

Well, getting cold, I’ve been told

Well, nowadays it just don’t pay

To be a good ol' boy