He was the last country boy, that lived the country ways He was the last country singer, who remembered the good ol' days He was the last banjo-picker, to ramble in the woods But when the country is all city, country music’ll be no good You can sing a dime-store cowboys, who ride the broncin' machine You can sing about the night life, that breaks a couple's dreams You can sing about the city-life, in designer jeans But you’ll be singin' city-music, about city things Oh, Americans don't ever let that country music die Oh, that country twang says evеrythin', don't kiss it all good-bye It don't matter if we'rе livin' in, the countryside or town Just bring it back to Eden don’t, let the country down, No oh oh oh Times they are a changin’, we still must pay the rent We try to make a living, that's just common sense I don’t begrudge a guy or gal, that takes a job in town Oh, I just begrudge the system, that puts the country down She was the last country lady, who fed the little birds She played the last, lovely auto-harp with a beauty beyond words She could sing like a nightingale, and bring the heart to tears And her heart was in the country, in those long-forgotten years Now real country music's simple friends, it sings o' simple things Of clean and crystal rivers, and lovers in the spring It tells a tale o' tryin’ ‘gainst odds of ten to one Just mount your horse and tip your hat, and ride into the sun Oh, Americans don't ever let that country music die That country twang says everything, don't kiss it all good-bye It don't matter if we're livin' in, the countryside or town Just bring it back to Eden don't, let the country down, No oh oh oh Don't let the country down