Good Boys Bad Boys

Would you get up and set my mind? Would you get in and taste my vibe? Won't you get in and break a part of me That wants you in my life? Would you man up and be my wife? Would you get back and sit on mine? Don't you fuck up my will My Iove for you ain't something I don't mind I got a feeling like it's summertime I got a feeling like it's summertime When dead was enemy I got a feeling that is summertime Sunshine on the phone Bad boy on my face I feel I'm alone Would you get under my Sunshine on the road Bad boy on my feels I feel I'm alone Would you get up and set my mind? Would you get in and taste my vibe? Won't you get in and break a part of me That wants you in my life? Would you man up and be my wife? Would you get bad and sit on mine Don't you fuck up my will My Iove for you ain't something I don't mind

Old Clarence was a corn fed Sunday school teacher At the Cheephill Church of Christ A God fearing fence clearing, hay slinging Hymn singing, back breaker all of his life Came in early one night, find his pretty wife In the arms of another man There's hell to pay when a good ole boy goes bad In a smoke filled late night club by the river Sat a stranger dealing five card stud He was a big talkin', fast walkin' fly by nighter There to take the money and run They caught the fella cheatin' So they set him up a meeting With his maker in the promise land Nobody sees a thing when a good ole boy goes bad The good book goes out the window When the gloves go to the floor His give a damn to be a righteous man Don't give a damn no more Under that blue collar There's a big ole long red tail It hides the truth, but it bleeds through When a good ole boy goes bad Now old man Taylor was a fourth generation Crop growin' son of a gun One dry summer Uncle Sam come a runnin' Wantin' money but there wasn't none He put a crop in the hollar When night came he watered By fall he had the cold hard cash When times get hard Sometimes a good ole boy goes bad The good book goes out the window When the gloves go to the floor His give a damn to be a righteous man Don't give a damn no more Under that blue collar There's a big ole long red tail It hides the truth but it bleeds through When a good ole boy goes bad The good book goes out the window When the gloves go to the floor His give a damn to be a righteous man Don't give a damn no more Under that blue collar There's a big ole long red tail It hides the truth but it bleeds through When a good ole boy goes bad It hides the truth but it bleeds through When a good ole boy goes bad