Gettin' Through (Good Ol' Boy)

I got a job, but it ain't nearly enough

A twenty thousand dollar pickup truck

Belongs to me and the bank

And some funny talkin' man from Iran

I left the service, got a G. I. loan

I got married, bought myself a home

Now I hang around this one horse town

And do the best I can

It's gettin' tough, just my luck

I was born in the land of plenty, now there ain't enough

Gettin' cold, I've been told

Well nowadays it just don't pay to be a good ol' boy

Been goin' nowhere down a one-way track

I'd kill to leave it, but ain't no turnin' back

Got a wife for the kids

And what will everyone say

My brother's standin' on a welfare line

And any minute now I might get mine

And meanwhile it's the I. R. S. and the devil to pay

Well, gettin' tough, just my luck

I was born in the land of plenty, now there ain't enough

Gettin' cold, I've been told

Well nowadays it just don't pay to be a good ol' boy

Well, I go out here every Friday night

Spend a little money, lookin' for a fight

And it don't matter if I lose or win

'Cause Monday I'm back on the losin' end again

Gettin' tough, it's just my luck

I was born in the land of plenty, now there ain't enough

Gettin' cold, I've been told

Well nowadays it just don't pay to be a good ol' boy

Gettin' tough, it's just my luck

I was born in the land of plenty, now there ain't enough

Gettin' cold, I've been told

Well nowadays it just don't pay to be a good ol' boy