“Good Ol’ Boys Like Us”

“Good Ol’ Boys Like Us”

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

This song reminds me exactly of my close friend who recently passed away. It just fits to what happened perfectly. Dakota was only 18 when he was killed in a car accident. I know he is up in heaven spinning tires and slinging mud. He drove a black truck and it was a ’98 Chevy. His truck was literally like his best friend. He was so careful with it, but then again at the same time crazy with it. He would go mudding and keep the mud on it for a few days to show everyone that he went mudding and then wash it off. I mean not just a quick wash, but a wash that would take a couple hours. That truck couldn’t have a spot of mud on it when he was done washing it. I remember one morning I was getting into his truck and it was raining outside. I had the door open and I can remember him saying hurry up so the rain doesn’t make the inside of my truck wet. He loved his truck.

Dakota was definitely a country boy. He loved doing anything that involved being outside. He loved going hunting and fishing. A couple summers ago he went up north with one of his friends and I remember him telling me how much fun it was. They went out on the boat every day and I’m sure they stayed out on the boat the whole day. He loved being with his friends. He was an only child so his friends were like his brothers. They would always be doing crazy things and messing around with their trucks or other toys. He was such a goof ball and made everyone laugh. His laugh was very contagious.

I think about him every day and I have a picture of us that sits on my night stand. I look at his smile, just like the song says and I know he’s in a better place. God does have a place in heaven for a “good ol’ boys like him.”