Blake Shelton - Good Ol' Boys Lyrics

Well, every time I turn around
I see some dude dressed like a clown
Baggy pants and a cap on sideways

They don't say ma'am or sir no more
They won't even hold a door for a woman
It's a crying shame

Tell me where did all the good ol' boys go?
Must be working on a farm or out there chasing rainbows
Are they back in Oklahoma or at a Texas rodeo?
Tell me where did all the good ol' boys go?

Are they sitting on an old bar stool?
Telling lies and cutting the fool
Talking about the way it was and wishing

Or down in Orange Beach, Alabama
Hanging out at the Flora-Bama
Headed out the pass and going fishing

Tell me where did all the good ol' boys go?
Must be working on a farm or out there chasing rainbows
Are they hiding down in Georgia or at a Texas rodeo?
Tell me where did all the good ol' boys go?

Are they driving cattle and a-riding high
Living life the cowboy way?
Or down there on the front line
Fighting off the bad guys
Giving them hell for the good ol' USA?

Tell me where did all the good ol' boys go?
Must be working on a farm or out there chasing rainbows
Are they back in Oklahoma or at a Texas rodeo?
Tell me where did all the good ol' boys go?
Yeah, just where the hell did the good ol' boys go?

I know where a few of them are
Down there in Southern Oklahoma
There's even some down in Texas I think
I even saw one in New York one time

You know what I'm talking about, ladies
Hell, I'll hold the door for you
I'll hold your purse for you
And I'll even go pick up some feminine products for you
That's what a good ol' boy would do, ma'am