Bo Bice

My mother was just 21, all alone with a son of gun she roamed
Spent some nights sleeping in our car, cheap hotels and seedy bars
As it came to pass so was my road
She's a good-hearted woman with a heart of gold that always understands
That good hearted woman is making life the best way she can
My grandaddy said when I was 9,
boy I raised you on that the Southern pride and so
Taught me how to fish and how to fight,
when I was wrong and what was right
But the greatest story that he ever told
Was of a good-hearted woman with a heart of gold that always understands
That good hearted woman is making life the best way she can
Pretty wife and fancy cars, I've paid my dues and got some scars to say
There ain't a thing that I regret and I hope to laugh at all of this
When I'm sitting on my front porch old and gray
With my good-hearted woman with a heart of gold that always understands
My good hearted woman is making life the best way she can
My good hearted woman sure loves a hard-headed man