Lyrics
It's Friday night, the parking lot
Behind the Dew Drop Inn
There's Dwight and Duane
And Jimmie James, the best and worst of friends
They don't behave like they were raised
To act by mom and dad
Oh lord, them good ol' boys are bad
Sippin' whiskey from a dixie cup
And lyin' to each other 'til long past sun up
Playin' stud with two weeks pay
Well that's okay
They wake up late and have to ask
What kind of time they had
Oh lord, them good ol' boys are bad
The ladies come, the ladies go
They never seem to stay
The boys'll give 'em plenty
But they won't give their hearts away
But when they leave, at least they leave
Unsatisfied not sad
Oh lord, them good ol' boys are bad
Sippin' whiskey from a dixie cup
And lyin' to each other 'til long past sun up
Playin' stud with two weeks pay
Well that's okay
They wake up late and have to ask
What kind of time they had
Oh lord, them good ol' boys are bad
They wake up late and have to ask
What kind of time they had
Oh lord, them good ol' boys are bad
Well, maybe they ain't growin' up
They're only growin' old
'Cause underneath their outlaw skin
There beats a heart of gold
They need their fun 'cause everyone's
A school of hard knocks grad
Oh lord, them good ol' boys ain't bad
Sippin' whiskey from a dixie cup
And lyin' to each other 'til long past sun up
Playin' stud with two weeks pay
Well that's okay
They wake up late and have to ask
What kind of time they had
Oh lord, them good ol' boys are bad
Oh lord, them good ol' boys are bad
Oh lord, them good ol' boys are bad
