When I was a kid, Uncle Remus would put me to bed
With a picture of Stonewall Jackson above my head
Then Daddy came in, kissed his little man With gin on his breath and a Bible in his
hand He talked about honor and things I should
know Then he staggered a little as he went out
the door I can still hear the soft southern winds in
the live oak trees
And those Williams boys, they still mean a lot to me
Hank in Tennessee I guess we're all gonna be what we're gonna
be So what do you do with good old boys like me?
When I was a kid, Uncle Remus would put me to bed

And a little kiss I'd say Good luck, Uncle Jeremy, you'll never Melphine


Nothing makes a sound at night like the wind dust
But you ain't afraid if you walked in blood like I was
The smell of Cape Jasmine through the window screen
John R. and The Wolfman kept me company By the light of the radio by my bed
With Thomas Wolfe's whispering in my head
I can still hear the soft southern winds in the live old trees
And those Williams boys, they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna be what we're gonna be
So what do you do with good old boys like me?
When I was in school, I ran with a kid down the street
And I watched him burn himself up
On bourbon and champagne

And speed
But I was smarter than most, and I could choose
Learned to talk like the man on a six o'clock news
When I was 18, Lord, I hit the road
But it really doesn't matter how far I go
I can still hear the soft southern winds in the live old trees
And those Williams boys, they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna be what we're gonna be
So what do you do with good old boys like me?
Yeah, what do you do with good old boys like me?

What do you do with good old boys like me?