The record man came and sat me down. He said, "I've got some songs for you There's one about a dirt road We really think you oughta do." So I gave it a listen And it wasn't all that bad. But it ain't me, so I shook my head. That's all there is to that. I don't have hits, I've got standards. Tell me how can I sell out if I barely sell at all? You won't see my name on the Billboard. But every night I pack the dance floor. There's your answer. I don't have hits, I've got standards. Well he just smiled, he rolled his eyes, And he said "how can I make you see? We just need one big hit, and the rest will be history. If we could find a way to compromise You can be the next big star." I said, "man, you might be right, But I don't care if you are." I don't have hits, I've got standards. Tell me how can I sell out if I barely sell at all? You won't see my name on the Billboard. But every night I pack the dance floor. There's your answer. I don't have hits, I've got standards. Well don't get me wrong I wanna hear my songs On country radio. But it's gotta feel right, Standing here Singing them at the show. I don't have hits, I've got standards. Tell me how can I sell out if I barely sell at all? You won't see my name on the Billboard. But every night I pack the dance floor. There's your answer. I don't have hits, I've got standards. Yeah, well there's your answer. I don't have hits, I've got standards.