Them Good Ol' Boys Are Bad

It's Friday night, the parking lot
 Behind the Dew Drop Inn
 There's Dwight and Duane
 And Jimmie James, the best and worst of friends
 They don't behave like they were raised
 To act by mom and dad
 Oh lord, them good ol' boys are bad
 Sippin' whiskey from a dixie cup
 And lyin' to each other 'til long past sun up
 Playin' stud with two weeks pay
 Well that's okay
 They wake up late and have to ask
 What kind of time they had
 Oh lord, them good ol' boys are bad
 The ladies come, the ladies go
 They never seem to stay
 The boys'll give 'em plenty
 But they won't give their hearts away
 But when they leave, at least they leave
 Unsatisfied not sad
 Oh lord, them good ol' boys are bad
 Sippin' whiskey from a dixie cup
 And lyin' to each other 'til long past sun up
 Playin' stud with two weeks pay
 Well that's okay
 They wake up late and have to ask
 What kind of time they had
 Oh lord, them good ol' boys are bad
 They wake up late and have to ask
 What kind of time they had
 Oh lord, them good ol' boys are bad
 Well, maybe they ain't growin' up
 They're only growin' old
 'Cause underneath their outlaw skin
 There beats a heart of gold
 They need their fun 'cause everyone's
 A school of hard knocks grad
 Oh lord, them good ol' boys ain't bad
 Sippin' whiskey from a dixie cup
 And lyin' to each other 'til long past sun up
 Playin' stud with two weeks pay
 Well that's okay
 They wake up late and have to ask
 What kind of time they had
 Oh lord, them good ol' boys are bad
 Oh lord, them good ol' boys are bad
 Oh lord, them good ol' boys are bad