Lyrics

GOOD OL' BOY

A prodigal son, all the way from Arkansas
He hit the city running 'til his innocence wore off
Now he's got an ashtray heart, a shot glass soul
From riding hard in this all night rodeo
Tinsel Town . . . all that glitters, it ain't gold

He's a good ol' boy in Hollywood
A good ol' boy up to no good
Back home mama worries like she should
Cause he's a good ol' boy in Hollywood

She wore leapord skin shoes, me met her out on the Boulevard
They got some matching tatoos then they walked along the stars
His mama wouldn't like her, she just wouldn't do
At First Baptist Church, on 3rd Avenue
But she fits right in at the Frolic Room

He's a good ol' boy in Hollywood
A good ol' boy up to no good
Back home mama worries like she should
Cause he's a good ol' boy in Hollywood

Cruising down the Sunset Strip in his pick-up truck
Chewing tobacco spittin' in a Starbucks cup
Beverly Hills . .. that's his favorite fishing hole
When he gets a nibble, heads back to the bungalow

One day he'll wake up from this neon dream
And head on back to Little Rock, his tail tucked between his jeans
And settle down on his own little patch
Happy now that his itch was scratched
Folks back home so happy to have him back

He's a good ol' boy in Hollywood
A good ol' boy up to no good
Back home mama worries like she should
Cause he's a good ol' boy in Hollywood