Good Ole Boys Like Me is one of the most popular songs of the time. Good Ole Boys Like Me lyrics written by Bob Mcdill. This song has sung by Don Williams.
| Singer | Don Williams |
| Released | 1979 |
| Album | Portrait |
| Tuning | E A D G B E |
Good Ole Boys Like Me Lyrics
When I was a kid Uncle Remus he 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 staggered a little as he went out the door
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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 Tennessee
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 are and the wolfman kept me company
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By the light of the radio by my bed with Thomas Wolfe whispering in my head
I can still hear the soft southern winds…
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 dodn’t matter how far I go
I can still hear the soft southern winds…
Yeah what do you do with good ole boys like me.
When I was a kid Uncle Remus he 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 Tennessee
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
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 Tennessee
I guess we’re all gonna be what we’re gonna be
So what do you do with good ole boys like me
[Between Chorus & 3rd Verse, you play this]
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 that, 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’d 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 Tennessee
I guess we’re all gonna be what we’re gonna be
So what do you do with good ole boys like me
Yeah So what do you do with good ole boys like me
