(Jamie O’Hara)      She took my cowboy boots and my fishin’ gear   My George Jones CDs and my case of beer   She left a little note up on the table sayin’ we were through   Hey Mister you tell me what’s a good ol’ boy to do      I had a Cherry Red Pickup ’75   Last time I saw it it was headin’ out the drive   Her hair was blowin’ in the wind   I think that she was laughin’ too   Hey Mister you tell me what’s a good ol’ boy to do      Times are-a-changin’ things are rearrangin’   Lordy it’s a hell of a mess   Who’s in control, well I don’t know   It ain’t me I guess      I had a dog named Jack she took him too   That was the coldest thing she could ever do   She left behind the cat   You know the one that I’m allergic to   Hey Mister you tell me what’s a good ol’ boy to do      Yeah times are-a-changin’ things are rearrangin’   Lordy it’s a hell of a mess   Who’s in control, well I don’t know   It ain’t me I guess      She took my cowboy boots and my fishin’ gear   My George Jones CDs and my case of beer   She left a little note up on the table sayin’ we were through   Hey Mister you tell me what’s a good ol’ boy to do      Hey Mister you tell me what’s a good ol’ boy to do   Hey Mister you tell me what’s a good ol’ boy to do