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Good Ole Boys Like Me

Höfundur lags: Bob McDill Flytjandi: Don Williams Sent inn af: Anonymous

[G]When I was a [D7]kid Uncle [C]Remus would [G]put me to [C]bed [D7]    
With a [G]picture of Stonewall [C]Jackson a[G]bove my [C]head [D7]    
Then [Em]Daddy came in to kiss his [D7]little man
With [Em]gin on his breath and a [D7]Bible in his hand
He [C]talked about honor and [D7]things I should know
[C]Then he'd stagger a little as he [D7]went out the door

I can [G]still hear the soft southern winds [C]in the live [D7]oak tre[C]es   [Am]    
[D7]And those [G]Williams boys they still [C]mean a [D7]lot to [C]me Hank and [Am]Tenn-essee
I [C]guess we´re all gonna [D7]be what we´re gonna [Em]be   
So [C]what do you do with [D7]good ole boys like [G]me  

Nothing [D7]makes a [C]sound in the night [G]like the wind [C]does [D7]    
But [G]you ain´t afraid if [C]you´re washed in the [G]blood like [C]I was [D7]    
The [Em]smell of cape jasmine through the [D7]window screen
[Em]John R. and the Wolfman kept me [D7]company
By the [C]light of the radio [D7]by my bed
With [C]Thomas Wolfe whispering [D7]in my head

I can [G]still hear the soft southern winds [C]in the live [D7]oak tre[C]es   [Am]    
[D7]And those [G]Williams boys they still [C]mean a [D7]lot to [C]me Hank and [Am]Tenn-essee
I [C]guess we´re all gonna [D7]be what we´re gonna [Em]be   
So [C]what do you do with [D7]good ole boys like [G]me  

When I [D7]was in school [C]I ran with a kid [G]down the [C]street [D7]    
And I [G]watched him burn [C]himself up on [G]bourbon and [C]speed [D7]    
But I [Em]was smarter than most and I [D7]could choose
Learned [Em]to talk like the man on the six [D7]o´clock news
When [C]I was eighteen Lord [D7]I hit the road
But it [C]really doesn't matter how [D7]far I go

I can [G]still hear the soft southern winds [C]in the live [D7]oak tre[C]es   [Am]    
[D7]And those [G]Williams boys they still [C]mean a [D7]lot to [C]me Hank and [Am]Tenn-essee
I [C]guess we´re all gonna [D7]be what we´re gonna [Em]be   
So [C]what do you do with [D7]good ole boys like [G]me  

Yeah [C]what do you do with [D7]good ole boys like [G]me  


When I was a kid Uncle Remus would put me to bed
With a picture of Stonewall Jackson above my head
Then Daddy came in to kiss his little man
With gin on his breath and a Bible in his hand
He talked about honor and things I should know
Then he'd stagger a little as he went out the door

I can still hear the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me Hank and Tenn-essee
I guess we´re all gonna be what we´re gonna be
So what do you do with good ole boys like me

Nothing makes a sound in the night like the wind does
But you ain´t afraid if you´re washed in the blood like I was
The smell of cape jasmine through the window screen
John R. and the Wolfman kept me company
By the light of the radio by my bed
With Thomas Wolfe whispering in my head

I can still hear the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me Hank and Tenn-essee
I guess we´re all gonna be what we´re gonna be
So what do you do with good ole boys like me

When I was in school I ran with a kid down the street
And I watched him burn himself up on bourbon and speed
But I was smarter than most and I could choose
Learned to talk like the man on the six o´clock news
When I was eighteen Lord I hit the road
But it really doesn't matter how far I go

I can still hear the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me Hank and Tenn-essee
I guess we´re all gonna be what we´re gonna be
So what do you do with good ole boys like me

Yeah what do you do with good ole boys like me

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