Good Ole Boys Like Me

When I was a kid Uncle Remus would put me to bed
with a picture of Stonewall Jackson above my head
Then daddy came in to kiss his little man,
With gin on his breath, and a bible in his hand
He'd talk about honoured things I should know,
Then he'd stagger a little as he went out the door
I can still hear the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those williams boys they still mean a lot to me, Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna be what we're gonna be
So what do you do with good ole boys like me
Well nothin' makes a sound in the night like the windows
But you ain't afraid if you're washed in the blood like I was
Smell of cane jasmine through the window screen,
John R. and the Wolfman kept me company
By the light of the radio by my bed, with Thomas Wolfe whispering in my head
I can still hear the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those williams boys they still mean a lot to me, Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna be what we're gonna be
So what do you do with good ole boys like me
When I was in school I ran with a kid down the street
And I watched him burn himself up on bourbon spiels
But I was smarter than most, and I could choose
Learn to talk like the man on the six o'clock news
When I was eighteen, lord, I hit the road,
But it really doesn't matter how far I go
I can still hear the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those williams boys they still mean a lot to me, hank and tennessee
I guess we're all gonna be what we're gonna be
So what do you do with good ole boys like me
Yeah, what do you do with good ole boys like me