It Damn Sure Ain't Merle

There’s been an awful murder
Down on Music Row
I still love old Country
And some good Rock & Roll
Them Record Execs
They done lost their damn mind
They think we’re all to old
Deaf, dumb and blind
Now there hippin' and a 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 the Cowboys ar Gay
I sure miss ol' Waylon
And I miss John Wayne
Back when Country had balls
And prid in its name