My cousin Bobby’s on the county road
Pickin up trash for the car he stole
You see him in them orange clothes you’d swear he’s evil
He’s had sticky fingers since he was a kid
If it wasn’t nailed down considered it his
For the lyin cheatin dog he is he’s GOOD PEOPLE
GOOD PEOPLE they ain’t bad
GOOD PEOPLE they get ya back in a fight
Loan ya couple bucks
Buy you a beer when you’re down on your luck
Too bad their ain’t more of us GOOD PEOPLE
Girl down the street in that doublewide
She ain’t ashamed of them no tan-lines
She’s 36-24-35 and barely legal
She gotta big ‘ol tattoo on her back
All the wives on the block says she’s white trash
She may not be high class but she’s GOOD PEOPLE
GOOD PEOPLE they ain’t bad
GOOD PEOPLE they’ll bring you food when you’re sick
Feed your dog when you’re gone
Cover you up when you pass out on the lawn
Why we gotta look down on GOOD PEOPLE
GOOD PEOPLE they ain’t bad
GOOD PEOPLE give you the shirt off their back
Never steer you wrong,
Go outta their way to make you feel at home
Raise hell stand up let me hear ya if you’re one of us
GOOD PEOPLE
