Good Old Boys

Last night i saw lester maddox on a tv show
With some smart-ass new york jew
And the jew laughed at lester maddox
And the audience laughed at lester maddox too
Well, he may be a fool but he's our fool
If they think they're better than him they're wrong
So i went to the park and i took some paper along
And that's where i made this song

We talk real funny down here
We drink too much and we laugh too loud
We're too dumb to make it in no northern town
And we're keepin' the niggers down

We got no-necked oilmen from texas
And good ol' boys from tennessee
And colleges men from lsu
Went in dumb - come out dumb too
Hustlin' 'round atlanta in their alligator shoes
Gettin' drunk every weekend at the barbecues
And they're keepin' the niggers down

Chorus
We're rednecks, rednecks
And we don't know our ass from a hole in the ground
We're rednecks, we're rednecks
And we're keeping the niggers down

Now your northern nigger's a negro
You see he's got his dignity
Down here we're too ignorant to realize
That the north has set the nigger free

Yes he's free to be put in a cage
In harlem in new york city
And he's free to be put in a cage in the south-side of chicago
And the west-side
And he's free to be put in a cage in hough in cleveland
And he's free to be put in a cage in east st. louis
And he's free to be put in a cage in fillmore in san francisco
And he's free to be put in a cage in roxbury in boston
They're gatherin' 'em up from miles around
Keepin' the niggers down

Chorus

Old lady lost in the city
In the middle of a cold, cold night
It was fourteen below and the wind start to blow
There wasn't a boy scout in sight
Pull down the shades cause he's comin'
Turn out the lights cause he's here
Runnin' hard down the street
Through the snow and the sleet
On the coldest night of the year

Chorus
Beware, beware, beware of the naked man

Old lady head up toward broad street
Shufflin' uptown against the wind
She had started to cry-wiped a tear from her eye
And looked back to see where she had been

Old lady stand on the corner
With a purse in her hand
She does not know but in a minute or so
She will be robbed by a naked man

Chorus

Old lady lean against a lamppost
Starin' down at the ground on which she stand
She look up and scream
For the lamplight's beam
There stood the famous naked man

He say, "they found out about my sister
And kicked me out of the navy,
They would have strung me up if they could.
I tried to explain that we were both of us lazy
And were doing the best we could."

He faked to the left and he faked to the right
And he snatched the purse fromere hand
"someone stop me," he cried,
As he faded from sight,
"won't nobody help a naked man?"
"won't nobody help a naked man?"

Chorus

There's a hundred-thousand frenchmen in new orleans
In new orleans there are frenchmen everywhere
But your house could fall down
Your baby could drown
Wouldn't none of those frenchmen care

Everybody gather 'round
Loosen up your suspenders
Hunker down on the ground
I'm a cracker
And you are too
But don't i take good care of you

Who built the highway to baton rouge?
Who put up the hospital and built you schools?
Who looks after shit-kickers like you?
The kingfish do

Who gave a party at the roosevelt hotel?
And invited the whole north half of the state down there for free
The people in the city
Had their eyes bugging out
Cause everyone of you
Looked just like me

Kingfish, kingfish
Everybody sing
Kingfish, kingfish
Every man a king

Who took on the standard oil men
And whipped their ass
Just like he promised he'd do?
Ain't no standard oil men gonna run this state
Gonna be run by little folks like me and you

Kingfish, kingfish
Friend of the working man
Kingfish, kingfish
The kingfish gonna save this land

Got a wife, got a family
Earn my livin' with my hand
I'm a roller in a steel mill
In downtown birmingham

My daddy was a barber
And a most unsightly man
He was born in tuscaloosa
But he died right here in birmingham

Chorus
Birmingham, birmingham
The greatest city in alabam'
You can travel 'cross this entire land
But there's no place like birmingham

Wife's named mary
But she's called marie
We live in a three room house
With a pepper tree
I work all day in the factory
That's alright with me

Got a big black dog
Whose name is dan
Lives in my backyard in birmingham
He is the meanest dog in alabam'
Get 'em dan

Chorus

There she is sitting there
Out behind the smoke-house in her rocking chair
She don't do nothin'
She don't say nothin'
She don't feel nothin'
She don't know nothin'
Maybe she's crazy, i don't know
But maybe that's why i love her so

Her papa was a midget
Her mama was a whore
Her grandad was a newsboy 'til he was eighty-four
Man don't you think i know she hates me
Man don't you think i know that she's no good
If she knew how she'd be unfaithful to me
I think she'd kill me if she could
Maybe she's crazy i don't know
But maybe that's why i love her so

I'm not afraid of the greywolf
Who stalks through our forest at dawn
As long as i have her beside me
I have the strength to carry on

Today we will be married
And all the freaks that she knows will be there
And all the people from the village will be there
To congratulate us
I will carry her across the threshold
I will make dim the light
I will attempt to spend my love within her
But though i try with all my might
She will laugh at my mighty sword
She will laugh at my mighty sword
Why must everybody laugh at my mighty sword?
Lord, hep me if you will
Maybe we're both crazy, i don't know
Maybe that's why i love her so

We've taken all you've given
But it's gettin' hard to make a livin'
Mr. president have pity on the working man

We're not asking you to love us
You may place yourself high above us
Mr. president have pity on the working man

I know it may sound funny
But people ev'ry where are runnin' out of money
We just can't make it by ourself

It is cold and the wind is blowing
We need something to keep us gong
Mr. president have pity on the working man

Maybe you've cheated
Maybe you've lied
Maybe you have lost your mind
Maybe you're only thinking 'bout yourself

Too late to run. too late to cry now
The time has come for us to say good-bye now
Mr. president have pity on the working man
Mr. president have pity on the working man