After 42 years of steel-toe boots, 4 miles to feed, underneath one roof, a 96 Ford that he bought used, made his last trip to the steel mill today, somewhere, some town, some church off Maine, someone stands up and says their name, by the grace of God, it's been 10 years since they had a drink, and the good guys win, every now and then, they don't lean on luck, they don't give up, they don't give in, they get knocked down, they get up again, it don't happen much, but every now and then, every now and then, the good guys win, yeah, the good guys win On a tarmac, a little rock, a door swings open on a double prop, one by one, they all step off the home team, in army green, and the good guys win, every now and then, they don't lean on luck, they don't give up, they don't give in, they get knocked down, they get up again, it don't happen much, but every now and then, every now and then, a pretty girl like you will usually find a bad boy that don't treat her right, but me holding you tonight, goes to show sometimes that the good guys win, thank God, the good guys win, if we get knocked down, we don't give up, we don't give in, yeah, the good guys win