(Jamie O’Hara)
She took my cowboy boots and my fishin’ gear
My George Jones CDs and my case of beer
She left a little note up on the table sayin’ we were through
Hey Mister you tell me what’s a good ol’ boy to do
I had a Cherry Red Pickup ’75
Last time I saw it it was headin’ out the drive
Her hair was blowin’ in the wind
I think that she was laughin’ too
Hey Mister you tell me what’s a good ol’ boy to do
Times are-a-changin’ things are rearrangin’
Lordy it’s a hell of a mess
Who’s in control, well I don’t know
It ain’t me I guess

I had a dog named Jack she took him too
That was the coldest thing she could ever do
She left behind the cat
You know the one that I’m allergic to
Hey Mister you tell me what’s a good ol’ boy to do
Yeah times are-a-changin’ things are rearrangin’
Lordy it’s a hell of a mess
Who’s in control, well I don’t know
It ain’t me I guess
She took my cowboy boots and my fishin’ gear
My George Jones CDs and my case of beer
She left a little note up on the table sayin’ we were through
Hey Mister you tell me what’s a good ol’ boy to do
Hey Mister you tell me what’s a good ol’ boy to do
Hey Mister you tell me what’s a good ol’ boy to do