This one goes out to all you squirrels
One, two, a-one, two
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There's been an awful murder down on Music Road
I still love ol' country, some good rock and roll
Them record execs, they done lost their damn mind
They think we're all too old, deaf, dumb and blind
Now they're hippin' and 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 shit 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 of the cowboys are gay
I sure miss old Waylon, and I miss John Wayne
Back when country had balls and pride in its name
Now they're snappin' and 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 shit country, but it damn sure ain't Merle
Show 'em how to play country music, boys
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Now they're hippin' and 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 shit country, but it damn sure ain't Merle
They ran off Jamie Johnson, they kept all the squirrels
You can't call that shit country, it damn sure, it damn sure ain't Merle