| There’s been an awful murder
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| Down on Music Row
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| I still love old Country
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| And some good Rock & Roll
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| Them Record Execs
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| They done lost their damn mind
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| They think we’re all to old
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| Deaf, dumb and blind
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| Now there hippin' and a hoppin'
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| Got no steel guitar
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| The songs that they’re singin'
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| They don’t come from the heart
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| They ran off the possum
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| Now it’s gone to the squirrels
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| They call that shit Country
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| But it damn sure ain’t Merle
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| It’s like Brokeback Mountain
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| In Nashville these days
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| The Cowgirls are still pretty
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| But now most the Cowboys ar Gay
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| I sure miss ol' Waylon
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| And I miss John Wayne
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| Back when Country had balls
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| And prid in its name |