Mr. DJ, can't you please play
A real country song
Where's your conscience, thank y'all
Hey, what's the problem now?
I'm serious, y'all gotta speak up
And you gotta call him up and tell him what's wrong
Say, "Play Loretta or some Conway
Some Haggard and George Jones
Mr. DJ, won't you please play
A real country song" (that's right)
I miss that station I grew up on
W.S.M.
It was real, it was country to the bone
And heartfelt stories in every song
Don't you rock it if you can't swing it
Let Bob Wills take me home
Mr. DJ, can't you please play
A real country song, hey Don
♪
Now in recent years, y'all, things sure have changed
So quick, we've barely noticed
But it's plain to see that pretty soon there's gonna be
Not one, not one country legends walking among us
Like the drive-in picture shows and the Mom and Pop stores
It looks like they'll all gonna be gone
Like the DJ when he plays
A real country song
I miss that station I grew up on
K.I.K.K.
When it was real and it was country, it teared you to the bone
With heartfelt stories in every song
Don't you rock it if you can't swing it
Let Bob Wills take me home
Mr. DJ, can't you please play
A real country song
Hey, don't you rock it if you can't swing it
Let Bob Wills take me home
Mr. DJ, can't you please play
A real country song
♪
Thank you
I don't wanna cover up my fiddle player
Don Raby on the fiddle, everybody, Don Raby
"I Ain't Been Right Since I've Been Left"