Everybodys talking about Willie and Waylon haggard and Jones and Johnny Cash everybodys Walking around this town saying country music where its at comin back Everybodys wearing a cool t shirt Got an outlaw beard and snakeskin boots Everybodys strumming on a old six string chasing Whiskey dreams Aint nothing new But every body sounds like Bruno mars in these Nashville bars and it makes me mad Cause everybodys talkin bout Willie and Waylon haggard and Jones and Johnny cash Well I was in the mood for Merle So I requested rainbow stew And seriously that singer said the kitchen closed at 2 Then I spit my dip tippd his jar told him about my pain Said it sure be nice if you kick off a littl blue eyes crying in the rain he said he didnt know it but He would learn it for next time when I come back Well I hung my head A broken man And I walked back to my truck Turned on at a.m. radio Hoping I might hear some buck But every song was looped with drum machines sounded like that pop My girlfriend likes listen to Hell I just turned it off I dont understand whats happening Nashville lost its Nash
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