"Good Ol' Boy" lyrics
I think me and ol' Cringle, we got a lot in common (oh yeah)
We both sleigh deer and we both wear boots (that's true)
Could lose a few pounds if we kicked hot chocolate (whew)
And my necks the same color as his suit (all red)
It'd make my blue collar Christmas
If I was to look underneath that tree
And see some Mossy Oak, couple cans of Cope, or an old Allan Coe CD
Cause I've been a good ol' boy this year
Done a whole bunch of hunting and fishing
Fried taters and chicken, drink a lot of ice cold beer
I hope Santa Claus is a redneck
If he is y'all I'm in the clear
Cause I've been a good old boy this year
Ya know, I've been ah good ol' boy this year
Oh Saint Nick, the real deal Santa Claus
I never thought I'd see ya fishing on the Altamaha
I guess everybody needs them a break
Then he tied off the Sleigh to a stump on the Bank
Said my deer run off heard it was opening day
Elves drunk all my drank then I ran out of bait
So I spared a few beer and my Louisiana pinks
I sure hope he's gonna check my name
Cause I've been a good ol' boy this year
Done a whole bunch of hunting and fishing
Fried taters and chicken, drink a lot of ice cold beer
I hope Santa Claus is a redneck
If he is y'all I'm in the clear
Cause I've been a good old boy this year
(I sure have, and I've got a big list)
Ya know, I've been ah good ol' boy this year
My list goes something like this...
An alternator for my truck, 8" lift jack it up
Mickey Thomson 44's, Super Swampers for the mud
Or a starter for my 88, you know back then they made them great
A box of them diet protein shakes, even though I hate the taste
A case of that cola and a fifth of that jack, I'm spiking the nog and they fixin to yack
A lot of them shooters they big into that, them Fireball mini's they ten in a pack
A vortex for my Hunting gun, honey baked ham I'm huntin some
A Quaker boy for Grunting son, thanks Santa you number one
Cause I've been a good ol' boy this year
Done a whole bunch of hunting and fishing
Fried taters and chicken, drink a lot of ice cold beer
I hope Santa Claus is a redneck
If he is y'all I'm in the clear
Cause I've been a good old boy this year
Ya know, I've been ah good ol' boy this year
We both sleigh deer and we both wear boots (that's true)
Could lose a few pounds if we kicked hot chocolate (whew)
And my necks the same color as his suit (all red)
It'd make my blue collar Christmas
If I was to look underneath that tree
And see some Mossy Oak, couple cans of Cope, or an old Allan Coe CD
Cause I've been a good ol' boy this year
Done a whole bunch of hunting and fishing
Fried taters and chicken, drink a lot of ice cold beer
I hope Santa Claus is a redneck
If he is y'all I'm in the clear
Cause I've been a good old boy this year
Ya know, I've been ah good ol' boy this year
Oh Saint Nick, the real deal Santa Claus
I never thought I'd see ya fishing on the Altamaha
I guess everybody needs them a break
Then he tied off the Sleigh to a stump on the Bank
Said my deer run off heard it was opening day
Elves drunk all my drank then I ran out of bait
So I spared a few beer and my Louisiana pinks
I sure hope he's gonna check my name
Cause I've been a good ol' boy this year
Done a whole bunch of hunting and fishing
Fried taters and chicken, drink a lot of ice cold beer
I hope Santa Claus is a redneck
If he is y'all I'm in the clear
Cause I've been a good old boy this year
(I sure have, and I've got a big list)
Ya know, I've been ah good ol' boy this year
My list goes something like this...
An alternator for my truck, 8" lift jack it up
Mickey Thomson 44's, Super Swampers for the mud
Or a starter for my 88, you know back then they made them great
A box of them diet protein shakes, even though I hate the taste
A case of that cola and a fifth of that jack, I'm spiking the nog and they fixin to yack
A lot of them shooters they big into that, them Fireball mini's they ten in a pack
A vortex for my Hunting gun, honey baked ham I'm huntin some
A Quaker boy for Grunting son, thanks Santa you number one
Cause I've been a good ol' boy this year
Done a whole bunch of hunting and fishing
Fried taters and chicken, drink a lot of ice cold beer
I hope Santa Claus is a redneck
If he is y'all I'm in the clear
Cause I've been a good old boy this year
Ya know, I've been ah good ol' boy this year
