I feel good, I feel bad, I shot a man in Dixie

I did not know his name or who he was

I won't lie, it felt good, when my finger pulled the

trigger

But I sent a good man to his grave



You know it comes this way, you never change and

all you read about, will make you humble or in doubt,

tonight



I feel good, I feel bad I broke a heart in Dixie

I did not know her name or who she was

I won't lie, it felt good when my body brushed against

her

But I made a good girl lose her mind



There are plenty of blond haired girls to go around

There are plenty of blue eyed boys to hold their hands