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GOOD OL’ COUNTRY BOYS AND GIRLS DO LOVE GOOD By Bob Grez (c) 2000
Intro Oh yeah, come on, let’s do it.
007 doesn’t stand a chance, when it comes down to real romance. Cyrano de Bergerac, ain’t had words for love like that. All the girls Don Juan embraced, don’t know squat ‘bout country ways. Forget Juliet and her Romeo when it comes to love at the drive-in show.
Chorus Good ol’ country folk do it right. They’re always good at what they like. They’re real good at what they do, Good ol’ country boys and girls do love good.
Rollin’ in the hay in the old red barn or on the meadow behind the farm. In the back of a truck at the overlook ‘neath the tree by the side of the brook. No city lights can match the fire flamin’ in the night of a country sky. No matter where, when, or how -- good ol’ country boys and girls take a bow.
On the back porch swing with lights all off or in the parlor where the rug is soft. On a hill, in a gully, around the bend, ol’ fashioned lovin’ again and again. There’s no stoppin’ that country beat in every country heart you meet Lots of spots I know, come walk with me. Good ol’ country boys and girls should see.
End Good ol’ country boys like me do love good. Good ol’ country girls like you do love good. Yeah.
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