paroles de chanson Good Ol' Boy (Gettin' Tough) - Steve Earle
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
and
got
a
G.I.
loan
I
got
married,
bought
myself
a
home
Now
I
hang
around
this
one
horse
town
And
do
the
best
than
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
the
wife
and
the
kids
and
what
will
everybody
say
My
brother's
standin'
on
a
welfare
line
And
any
minute
now
I
might
get
mine
Meanwhile
it's
the
I.R.S.
and
the
Devil
to
pay
It's
all
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
hit
the
beer
joints
every
Friday
night
Spend
a
little
money
lookin'
for
a
fight
But
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
It's
gettin'
cold,
I've
been
told
Well,
nowadays
it
just
don't
pay
to
be
a
good
ol'
boy
Gettin'
tough,
just
my
luck
I
was
born
in
the
land
of
plenty
now
there
ain't
enough
We're
gettin'
cold,
I've
been
told
Well,
nowadays
it
just
don't
pay
to
be
a
good
ol'
boy
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