Don't wanna be a part of the good ol' boys club Cigars and handshakes, appreciate you but no thanks Another gear in a big machine don't sound like fun to me Favors for friends will get you in and get you far I don't need a membership to validate The hard

I don't think Waylon done it that way And if he was here he'd say "'hoss, neither did Hank" I ain't dogging what you're doing but boys, come on let's get real Get-ups, gimmicks One-hit wonders that don't stick Pretty boys, acting tough Boy bands give it

I don't wanna go to school I just wanna break the rules Comin' up until we die Boys and girls across the world Putting on our dancing shoes Going to the discotheque Getting high and getting wrecked Na-na na na And never stop, it's how we ride

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la We should be on by now Take your time Time, he's waiting in the wings He speaks of senseless things His script is you and me, boys Time, he flexes like a whore Falls wanking to the floor His trick is you and me, boy

Just like the scarecrows Just like the scarecrows, even when the wind blows We keep our boots and our roots in these cornrows Just some old plowboys pretending we're cowboys We came from nothing, oh, but look at us now, boys Even when we leave here,

Yeah everything goes away But bones in the ground We were tight knit boys Brothers in more then name You would kill for me And knew that I'd do the same And it cut me sharp Hearing you'd gone away But everything goes away

I've got my car and my ride and my wheels When I go to Vegas When I go to Vegas, that's right I've got my drugs and my stuff and my pills I've got my girls and my boys and my girls When I go to Vegas, well that's right When I go to Vegas, well alright

I'll go coastal on ya Tank top, love handles Tube socks, Jesus sandals Cheap blender, ice bucket Raw oysters, yeah, give me one and shuck it Holds up a frozen orange daiquiri And laughs, here's to the boys at the factory No more building transmissions

I get high as the morning sky, this song I sing will never die I get low as a gravel road, in a thousand tongues my story's told Come on boys, you got to do it right Come on boys, I gotta tell you true, I'm a stranger here just like you Well, I'm alive

When this war is over It will be a better day But it won't bring back Those poor boys in their graves Ain't no sense in no action Killin' people all the time When it happens on the street We call that a crime Man, he can get along