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(Jamie OHara)
She took my cowboy boots and my fishin gear
My George Jones CDs and my case of beer
She left a little note up on the table sayin we were through
Hey Mister you tell me whats a good ol boy to do
I had a Cherry Red Pickup 75
Last time I saw it it was headin out the drive
Her hair was blowin in the wind
I think that she was laughin too
Hey Mister you tell me whats a good ol boy to do
Times are-a-changin things are rearrangin
Lordy its a hell of a mess
Whos in control, well I dont know
It aint me I guess
I had a dog named Jack she took him too
That was the coldest thing she could ever do
She left behind the cat
You know the one that Im allergic to
Hey Mister you tell me whats a good ol boy to do
Yeah times are-a-changin things are rearrangin
Lordy its a hell of a mess
Whos in control, well I dont know
It aint me I guess
She took my cowboy boots and my fishin gear
My George Jones CDs and my case of beer
She left a little note up on the table sayin we were through
Hey Mister you tell me whats a good ol boy to do
Hey Mister you tell me whats a good ol boy to do
Hey Mister you tell me whats a good ol boy to do