Well I come from the holler Where you beg to get a dollar Then you go up the road For a baggie of dope Won't you cut me out one, babe Baby you and I know when the dust of fire hits my throat My eyes will get wide and we'll roll through the night Till the break of day We're just good ole boys with bad names Can't think of what to blame For the snorting and stealing Drinking and dealing Ways of our dark world Meet me out at midnight Put that fire to my pipe Hits my lungs like a blast from a gun And keeps me up for days My heart gets to racing My Hands get to shaking I'll get by till the sun starts to shine Then I'm on my way We're just good ole boys with bad names Can't think of what to blame For the snorting and stealing Drinking and dealing Ways of our dark world