What Do you Do With Good Ole Boys Like Me?

Don Williams had a song by that title which I really identify with.

“Good Ole Boys Like Me”

When I was a kid Uncle Remus would put me to bed,
With a picture of Stonewall Jackson above my head.
Then Daddy came in to kiss his little man,
With gin on his breath and a bible in his hand,
And he talked about honor and things I should know.
Then he’d stagger a little as he went out the door.

I can still hear the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And Those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me,
Hank and Tennessee.
I guess we’re all gonna be what we’re gonna be,
So what do you do with good ol’ boys like me?

Nothing makes a sound in the night like the wind does,
But you ain’t afraid if you’re washed in the blood like I was.
The smell of cape jasmine through the window screen,
John R. and The Wolfman kept me company
By the light of the radio by my bed,
With Thomas Wolfe whispering in my head.

When I was in school I ran with a kid down the street,
And I watched him burn himself up on bourbon and speed,
But I was smarter than most, and I could choose.
Learned to talk like the man on the six o’clock news.
When I was eighteen, lord, I hit the road
But it really doesn’t matter how far I go.

I can still hear the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And Those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me,
Hank and Tennessee.
I guess we’re all gonna be what we’re gonna be,
So what do you do with good ol’ boys like me?

Yeah, what do you do with good ol’ boys like me?

Still sleep with a picture of Stonewall Jackson above my head.
Heroes who fight evil should be honored.

I recall those winds whispering out in the Texas hill country on dark nights with the radio playing by my bed.

Then Willians boys are the reason stonewall and I are 4th cousins.

When I was in school I did run with a boy who burned himself up on whiskey and speed.
Last time I saw him he was on a downhill slide and I figure he is probably dead by now, or wishes he was.

When I graduated high school the local congressman offered West Point on a platter.
But I choose to do things my way, worked construction, got married, worked into a lab job at a cement plant, got divorced, went to university to study theology, worked some more construction, got married again, went enlisted military, did my war, ran my own business raised a couple of kids, working on the grandkids now.

I understand reincarnation and can trace many of my lives.
I had every opportunity to play the games of court in DC, but my father taught me not to associate with losers and evil people.
It is with great pride I can say this life I have never stepped foot in Sodom & Gomorrah on the Potomac.

Just waiting for the train wreck because the Republic of Texas

must be free after 159 years of illegal occupation by the US & their Sub Corporation Occupation administrative arm the legal fiction ‘STATE OF TEXAS.

So until the train wreck when one who understand history, law, government, military matters is needed to help reconstitute the Republic of Texas and make sure the evil Jackals running ‘THE STATE OF TEXAS’ illegal occupation corporation don’t try to blow smoke up Texicans ass trying to pass off their occupation administration as a real Texas government, what the hell do you do with good ole Texican boys like me?

The US could murder me like they did my last two lives for standing against their evil, but I would just come back and be a pain in their asses again like I have done each time.

Besides I do not believe the ‘UNITED STATES’ CORPORATION

will last much longer.
It seems to be in self destruct mode.

In the mean time, enjoy this song by Don Williams.
He was a modest great good ole boy who had a hell of a talent and voice.

The Ole Dog!

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