Good Ol` Boy (Gettin` Tough) — текст песни (Steve Earle)

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