Old Clarence was a cornfed sunday schoolteacher at the Cheephill church of Christ
A God fearing fence clearing, hay slinging, hymm singing, back breaker all of his life
Came in early one night, find his pretty wife in the arms of another man
There's hell to pay when a good ol' boy goes bad

In a smoke filled late night club by the river sat a stranger dealing five card stud
He was a big talking, fast walking, fly by nighter, there to take the money and run
They caught the fella cheating, so they set him up a meating with his Maker in the promise land
Nobody see's a thing when a good ol' boy goes bad

The Good Book goes out the window when the gloves go to the floor
His give a damn to be a rightous man, don't give a damn no more
Under that blue collar there's a big ol' long red tail
It hides the truth but it bleeds thru when a good ol' boy goes bad

Now old man Taylor was a fourth generation crop growing son of a gun
One dry summer Uncle Sam come a-running, wanting money but there wasn't none
He put a crop in the hollar when night came he watered by fall he had the cold hard cash
When times get hard sometimes a good ol' boy goes bad

The Good Book goes out the window when the gloves go to the floor
His give a damn to be a rightous man, don't give a damn no more
Under that blue collar there's a big ol' long red tail
It hides the truth but it bleeds thru when a good ol' boy goes bad

The Good Book goes out the window when the gloves go to the floor
His give a damn to be a rightous man, don't give a damn no more
Under that blue collar there's a big ol' long red tail
It hides the truth but it bleeds thru when a good ol' boy goes bad

It hides the truth but it bleeds thru when a good ol' boy goes bad