My uncle Glenn was a Texas “good ol’ boy.” In his prime he was an icon. It’s on his ranch I have my first memories of shooting a rifle, lighting fireworks, and experiencing red ants and electric fences. Some things just stick with you.

Look at that man whose skin don’t fit
You tell him your name he’ll soon forget
he don’t get around so well
his old hip has been giving him hell

That old man was a child once too
he played ball just like you do
got a little scared on the first day of school
that good old boy was a lot like you

He talks about people you don’t know 
and things that happened long ago
He ran cattle sold Bibles door to door
he got shot at in the war

That old man was a child once too
he played in the park and swam in the pool 
he watched scary movies and he went to the zoo
that good old boy was a lot like you

Listen to him laughing loud and long
He loves a good story and loves a good song
Loves to give the children a hug and a kiss
But he scared the baby out of her wits

But that old man was a child once too
he played ball just like you do
got a little scared on the first day of school
that good old boy was a lot like you

Look at that man
Look at that man
Look at the man whose skin don’t fit
he’s a good old boy so don’t forget

That old man was a child once too
he played in the park and swam in the pool 
he watched scary movies and went to the zoo
that good old boy was a lot like you