Good Ol' Boy

I got a job but it aint nearly enough
A twenty thousand dollar pickup truck
Belongs to me and the bank and some funny talkin man from iran
I left the service and got a g.i. loan
I got married bought myself a home
Now I hang around this one horse town and do the best than I can
Gettin tough
Just my luck
I was born in the land of plenty now there aint enough
Gettin cold
Ive been told
Nowadays it just dont pay to be a good ol boy
Been goin nowhere down a one-way track
Id kill to leave it but aint no turnin back
Got the wife and the kids and what would everybody say
My brothers standin on a welfare line
And any minute now I might get mine
Meanwhile its the i.r.s. and the devil to pay
I hit the beer joints every friday night
Spend a little money lookin for a fight
It dont matter if I lose or win
cause monday Im back on the losin end again