If Merle could hear country now

Seen a band on the edge of town

A New bar, but same old neon crowd that fender just don’t cry the same? Pop beats and the drummers way too loud

We got love songs causing fights

Young bucks chasin’ girls and gold

Tryin’ to buy what can’t be sold

If Merle could hear this so called country music now.

But just remember

Merle’s still on the radio

Thank God for that old AM glow

Turn up that dial when he starts to play

New country just ain’t the same??

Bet he’s rollin’ in his grave

Hearin’ what they’re tryin’ to play

But his voice cuts through the static haze

Keeps the heart of it alive and well

Mama tried and silver wings have both survived

Ai is walkin on the fightin side of me… got those working man blues ????

Tonight I hope “The Bottles gunna Let Me Down”…

Ohhhh, play it again Sam

Maybe I’m just gettin’ old

Holdin’ on too tight to what I know

But when that Bakersfield twang comes on

I feel like I’m finally home

So play those dusty, busted tapes

Let that fiddle mourn and praise

As long as that outlaw keeps a-ramblin’

He’ll outlive all these away-from-home ways