There's been an awful murder
Down on Music Row
I still love old Country
And some good Rock & Roll
Them Record Execs
They done lost their damn mind
They think we're all to old
Deaf, dumb and blind
Now there hippin' and a hoppin'
Got no steel guitar
The songs that they're singin'
They don't come from the heart
They ran off the possum
Now it's gone to the squirrels
They call that sh*t Country
But it damn sure ain't Merle
It's like Brokeback Mountain
In Nashville these days
The Cowgirls are still pretty
But now most the Cowboys arе Gay
I sure miss ol' Waylon
And I miss John Wayne
Back when Country had balls
And pridе in its name
Now there snappin' and a clappin'
Got no steel guitar
The songs that they're singin'
They don't come from the heart
They ran off the possum
Now it's gone to the squirrels
They call that sh*t Country
But it damn sure ain't Merle
Now there hippin' and a hoppin'
Got no steel guitar
The songs that they're singin'
They don't come from the heart
They ran off the possum
Now it's gone to the squirrels
They call that sh*t Country
But it damn sure ain't Merle
They ran off Jamey Johnson
They kept all the squirrels
You can't call that sh*t Country
It damn sure
It damn sure ain't Merle