good ol' boy (gettin' tough)

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, gettin' tough, just my luck, i was born in the land of plenty now there ain't enough, gettin' cold, i've been told, 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 would 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, i hit the beer joints every friday night, spend a little money lookin' for a fight, it don't matter if i lose or win, 'cause monday i'm back on the losin' end again