Ain't Bad For A Good Ol' Boy

I ain’t the product of a trust fund
Far as money goes I ain’t got much
But I trade my time in the hot sun for enough to get me by
My pick up is old and rusty
She rattles and stays dusty
But when Emily’s there beside me it shine shine shines
We got a roof to keep the rain off
Mail box to write our name on
A ten-acre lot with a little bird dog
On the front porch guarding that screen door
Bacon in the pan, cakes on the griddle
Hand in hand right down the middle
Life with a girl in a love that’s the real McCoy
Ain’t bad for a good ol' boy
She’s grace in holey blue jeans
With a face made for the movies
She beats all I ever dreamed every time she wakes me up
She’s got a way of making something
Out of a whole lotta nothing
The honey in her loving is like money in my cup
We got a roof to keep the rain off
A mail box to write our name on
A ten-acre lot with a little bird dog
On the front porch guarding that screen door
Bacon in the pan, cakes on the griddle
Hand in hand right down the middle
Life with a girl in a love that’s the real McCoy
Ain’t bad for a good ol' boy
We got a roof to keep the rain off
A mail box to write our name on
A ten-acre lot with a little bird dog
On the front porch
Bacon in the pan, cakes on the griddle
Hand in hand right down the middle
Life with a girl in a love that’s the real McCoy
Ain’t bad for a good ol' boy
It ain’t bad for a good ol' boy