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 double wide   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