Good Ol' Boy (Gettin' Tough) Songtext
von Steve Earle & the Dukes

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