She took my cowboy boots and my fishin’ gear

My George Jones CDs and my case of beer

She left a little note up on the table sayin’ we were through

Hey Mister you tell me what’s a good ol’ boy to do



I had a Cherry Red Pickup ’75

Last time I saw it it was headin’ out the drive

Her hair was blowin’ in the wind

I think that she was laughin’ too

Hey Mister you tell me what’s a good ol’ boy to do



Times are-a-changin’ things are rearrangin’

Lordy it’s a hell of a mess

Who’s in control, well I don’t know

It ain’t me I guess



I had a dog named Jack she took him too

That was the coldest thing she could ever do

She left behind the cat

You know the one that I’m allergic to

Hey Mister you tell me what’s a good ol’ boy to do



Yeah times are-a-changin’ things are rearrangin’

Lordy it’s a hell of a mess

Who’s in control, well I don’t know

It ain’t me I guess



She took my cowboy boots and my fishin’ gear

My George Jones CDs and my case of beer

She left a little note up on the table sayin’ we were through

Hey Mister you tell me what’s a good ol’ boy to do



Hey Mister you tell me what’s a good ol’ boy to do

Hey Mister you tell me what’s a good ol’ boy to do