Tekst piosenki
My cousin Bobbys on the county road
Pickin up trash for the car he stole
You see him in them orange clothes youd swear hes evil
Hes had sticky fingers since he was a kid
If it wasnt nailed down considered it his
For the lyin cheatin dog he is hes GOOD PEOPLE
GOOD PEOPLE they aint bad
GOOD PEOPLE they get ya back in a fight
Loan ya couple bucks
Buy you a beer when youre down on your luck
Too bad their aint more of us GOOD PEOPLE
Girl down the street in that doublewide
She aint ashamed of them no tan-lines
Shes 36-24-35 and barely legal
She gotta big ol tattoo on her back
All the wives on the block says shes white trash
She may not be high class but shes GOOD PEOPLE
GOOD PEOPLE they aint bad
GOOD PEOPLE theyll bring you food when youre sick
Feed your dog when youre gone
Cover you up when you pass out on the lawn
Why we gotta look down on GOOD PEOPLE
GOOD PEOPLE they aint 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 youre one of us
GOOD PEOPLE
