Bài hát hợp âm: Good ole boys like me

   A              E           D          A           D     E1.  When I was a  kid Uncle  Remus he  put me to  bed         A            E           D         A          D      E With a  picture of  Stonewall  Jackson  above my  head       F#m                           E            Then  daddy came in to kiss his  little man      F#m                         E                   With  gin on his breath and a  Bible in his hand    D                        E                      He  talked about honor and  things I should know           D                        E                   Then he'd  stagger a little as he  went out the door
               A                E               F#m              E          D       Chorus: I can  still hear the  soft Southern  winds in the  live oak  trees F#m Bm E           A          E           F#m              E        D       And those  Williams  boys they  still mean a  lot to  me F#m          Bm E            Hank and   Tennessee   D                       E                     F#m    D D I  guess we're all gonna  be what we're gonna  be                         E                    A    So what do you do with  good ole boys like  me
    A                 E              D       A          D           E 2.  Nothing makes a  sound in the  night  like the  wind does      A           E                  D               A            D       E But  you ain't  afraid if you're  washed in the  blood like  I was      F#m                                   E               The  smell of Cape Jasmine through the  window screen      F#m                            E         John  R. and The Wolfman Kept me  company        D                          E     By the  light of the radio by my  bed      D                         E            With  Thomas Wolfe whispering  in my head
    A               E          D            A              D        E 3.  When I was in  school I  ran with a  kid down the  street        A             E              D       A             D       E And I  watched him  burn himself  up on  bourbon and  speed        F#m                            E                But I  was smarter than that, and  I could choose            F#m                          E                  Learned to  talk like the man on the  six o'clock news      D                       E                When  I was eighteen, lord,  I hit the road     D                              E            But  it really doesn't matter how  far I'd go