Jeff Bates Good People Lyrics

Good People Lyrics

My cousin Bobby’s on the county road 

Pickin up trash for the car he stole 

You see him in them orange clothes you’d swear he’s evil 

He’s had sticky fingers since he was a kid 

If it wasn’t nailed down considered it his 

For the lyin cheatin dog he is he’s GOOD PEOPLE 



GOOD PEOPLE they ain’t bad 

GOOD PEOPLE they get ya back in a fight 

Loan ya couple bucks 

Buy you a beer when you’re down on your luck 

Too bad their ain’t more of us GOOD PEOPLE 



Girl down the street in that doublewide 

She ain’t ashamed of them no tan-lines 

She’s 36-24-35 and barely legal 

She gotta big ‘ol tattoo on her back 

All the wives on the block says she’s white trash 

She may not be high class but she’s GOOD PEOPLE 



GOOD PEOPLE they ain’t bad 

GOOD PEOPLE they’ll bring you food when you’re sick 

Feed your dog when you’re gone 

Cover you up when you pass out on the lawn 

Why we gotta look down on GOOD PEOPLE 



GOOD PEOPLE they ain’t bad 

GOOD PEOPLE give you the shirt off their back 

Never steer you wrong, 

Go outta their way to make you feel at home 

Raise hell stand up let me hear ya if you’re one of us 

GOOD PEOPLE