Jeff Bates - Good People lyrics

My cousin Bobby's on the county road

Pickin up trash for the car he stole

You see him in them orange clothes you'd swear he's evil

He's had sticky fingers since he was a kid

If it wasn't nailed down considered it his

For the lyin cheatin dog he is he's GOOD PEOPLE

GOOD PEOPLE they ain't bad

GOOD PEOPLE they get ya back in a fight

Loan ya couple bucks

Buy you a beer when you're down on your luck

Too bad their ain't more of us GOOD PEOPLE

Girl down the street in that doublewide

She ain't ashamed of them no tan-lines

She's 36-24-35 and barely legal

She gotta big ‘ol tattoo on her back

All the wives on the block says she's white trash

She may not be high class but she's GOOD PEOPLE

GOOD PEOPLE they ain't bad

GOOD PEOPLE they'll bring you food when you're sick

Feed your dog when you're gone

Cover you up when you pass out on the lawn

Why we gotta look down on GOOD PEOPLE

GOOD PEOPLE they ain't 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 you're one of us

GOOD PEOPLE