To turn on the radio
When tuning in a real country station
Is impossible to find
Paycheck Cash and Jones
Have been Preempted
By wanna be country boys
and Autotuned popsong rhymes
They all sing like one another
They all caught up trying to be real stars
They all drive muddy trucks and cruise back roads filled with lust
the focus group products of the sell out country times
They ain't filling no shoes
They ain't singing the high lonesome blues
They couldn't hold a candle to
Waylon Willie or Merle
And though the legends are almost gone
A wild breed of country will carry it on
When the true Independents hit the stage
It ain't about money or girls
It's about real things that happen in a real fucked up world
It about telling it like it is
not how THEY say it should be
It's about three chords and the truth
It's about raising the rafters on the old tin roof
And Playing Songs from our hearts
For folks to dance and sing
Yeah Playing Country Music from the Heart
Fuck the Bling !
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