Where did all he bad guys go?
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
The chain gang, whole brother were asked out
I'm just playin' the hands, the dealin' all the cards out
Yeah, I'm truck type, ace of spades
I'm tryin' to make a way, southern rays
Sundays, Momma sings amazing grace
Biscuits for breakfast, we have brisket for brunch
We drink momma's sweet tea and drink whiskey for lunch
I'm from trashy apartments, parking lots full of garbage
And the smells so bad, it make a grown man nauseous
This is deeper than the wheelhouse, everybody's billed out
When they said dirty, they meant it, this is the real south
I'm on my grind, I'm just trying to stay focused
I'm from Nashville, Tennessee, the same city as Oprah
Hustlers, criminals, stick 'em up bad guys
Stand up, walk away, welcome to my real life
Come into my town, gonna shut you down
Here's the fabulous I'm just talking about
Where did all the bad guys go?
No one can tell me, no one seem to know
It's been a while since a good shoot 'em up show
Where did all the bad guys go?
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Where did all the bad guys go?
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Where did all the bad guys go?
Antioch's where I'm from, front porch chilling
Welcome to the slums, everybody's drug dealing
And we colorblind, whites and blacks on the same street
Police pull up and we'll be running like a track meet
Ain't worried about tomorrow, the whiskey drowns the sorrow
Booms at the liquor store, they always beg and borrow
Stray dogs on the street, they ain't ate in some weeks
July in Tennessee, it's hard to survive the heat
This's the same streets that we ride, we'll be 'til we die
Dirty white Peter, but a clean pair of Levis
An old country song playing on the radio
My kinfolk just got home, we finally made parole
Hustlers, criminals, stick 'em up bad guys
Stand up, walk away, welcome to my real life
Come into my town, gonna shut you down
Here's the fabulous I'm just talking about
Where did all the bad guys go?
No one can tell me, no one seem to know
It's been a while since a good shoot 'em up show
Where did all the bad guys go?
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Where did all the bad guys go?
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Where did all the bad guys go?
I bet my momma's on the front porch smokin' right now
With some curlers in her head and a faded nightgown
Except the fact that some things ain't changin'
Growin' up, my role models was all gangstas
You damned if you don't, and you damned if you do
I been a hustler since a kid, hell, I sold candy in school
Most of my partners is robbers, hell, all of them locked up
And the ones that ain't in prison probably get shot up
This is where I'm from, forgive me if it seems shady
It's crazy, they still sellin' crack like the '80s
Kids in the street, it's all a part of the street life
But they gonna hurry home as soon as they turn on the streetlights
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Where did all the bad guys go?
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Where did all the bad guys go?
Where did all the bad guys go?
Where did the bad guys go?
