That Cowboyhat don't make country
A real cowboy don't got no shiny boots
It ain't about getting cowboy up on Friday night, after spending all week in a suit
I grew up fishing wasn't just pastime
It was about getting your family a meal
And I'm thinking it's about time someone got to explaining, what's so wrong with this new deal
It's more about mud and blood and blisters and far less about to close you wear
And brother that somehow offended you, I hope you don't think I really care
Yeah I know lots of good people, struggling just to get their families by,
Meanwhile you're driving around in your excursion looking down your nose and I ask you why
You think you can call yourself country, cause your pop song has a little metal or steel guitar
And that they let this stuff on the Opry
where Hank Williams blessed that very stage
Well that's the kind of stuff that I can get the putting, this old boy in a fit of rage
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