Letra de 'When Good Ol' Boys Go Bad' de Tritt Travis

When Good Ol' Boys Go Bad
From - My Honky Tonk History
Old Clarence was a corn-fed Sunday School teacher
At the Cheephill Church of Christ
A God fearing, fence clearing, hay slinging, hymn singing
ack 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 talkin', fast walkin' fly-by-nighter
There to take the money and run
They caught the fella cheatin'
So they set him up a meeting
With his maker in the Promised 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
This 'give a damn' to be a righteous 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 through
When a good ol' boy goes bad

Now, old man Taylor was a fourth generation
Crop growin' son of a gun
One dry summer Uncle Sam come a runnin'
Wantin' money but there wasn't none
He put a crop in the holler
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
This 'give a damn' to be a righteous 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 through
When a good ol' boy goes bad

The Good Book goes out the window
When the gloves go to the floor
This 'give a damn' to be a righteous 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 through
When a good ol' boy goes bad

It hides the truth
But it bleeds through
When a good ol' boy goes bad