Lyrics:

Sittin' on the toolbox
In this short bed chevrolet
I come out here to the county line
When I need some time to think

And lately I've been thinking
'Bout a boy I used to know
He was taken from this world
At twenty-one years old

When I look up at that photograph
See the smile there on his face
Well man it sure is hard to grasp
But I know he's in a better place

Cause gods got a spot in heaven
For good ol' boys like us
Yea he knows wings just ain't our thing
So up there they drive pick up trucks

And as we speak they're probably
Spending tires and slinging mud
Yea gods got a place
Yea gods got a place
For good ol' boys like us

You ever get the feelin'
That they still hang around
Yea you can almost feel them
Though their no where to be found

Some people tell me son
It's all in your head
But I say hey it's just their way
Of watching over us my friend

Well life goes on when we lose someone
Cause it ain't our time yet
But country folks just ain't the kind
Of people to forget

That gods got a spot in heaven
For good ol' boys like us
Yea he knows wings just ain't our thing
So up there they drive pick up trucks

And as we speak they're probably
Spinnin' tires and slinging mud
Yea gods got a place
Yea gods got a place
For good ol' boys like us

Ohhh yeaa, for good ol' boys like us

When I climb up off that toolbox
And slide up in the seat
I thank god for taking care of my buddy
Until the next time we meet

Gods got a spot in heaven
For good ol' boys like us
Yea they've always got our backs
From somewhere up above

Because a country boy always looks out
For the ones that he loves
Yea gods got a place
Hey gods got a place
Yea gods got a place
For good ol' boys like us

Oh yea, for good ol' boys like us