I feel good, I feel bad, I shot a man in Dixie
I did not know his name or who he was
I won't lie, it felt good, when my finger pulled the
trigger
But I sent a good man to his grave

You know it comes this way, you never change and
all you read about, will make you humble or in doubt,
tonight

I feel good, I feel bad I broke a heart in Dixie
I did not know her name or who she was
I won't lie, it felt good when my body brushed against
her
But I made a good girl lose her mind

There are plenty of blond haired girls to go around
There are plenty of blue eyed boys to hold their hands