| They told him to just fade away
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| His time had past and all his kind would die
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| But he remembers when Hank played the Opry high as a kite
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| While Patsy Cline was out walking after midnight
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| Well, he saw the torch being passed from Lefty to Merle
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| Now there’s so-called successors but it’s hard to find a hero in this world
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| There ain’t no country music for old men
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| All of the good ones have died or just packed it in
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| Now there’s posers and losers and would-be outlaws who only know how to pretend
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| But there ain’t no country music for old men
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| He was sitting on a bar stool the first time he heard Jolene
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| A song by the prettiest angel he’d ever seen
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| Back when nights were full of swinging and making them deals
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| While old Buck was out strolling the streets of Bakersfield
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| There ain’t no country music for old men
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| All of the good ones have died or just packed it in
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| Now there’s posers and losers and would-be outlaws who only know how to pretend
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| But there ain’t no country music for old men
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| Loretta and Conway, Jones and Tammy Wynette
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| Song about presents and passion and whiskey
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| That’s as good as it’s ever gonna get
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| They call him nostalgic with a permanent case of the blues
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| He just walks around wondering who’s gonna fill their shoes
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| Looking back on the great ones we’ve lost, he says why so soon?
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| He shed an ocean of tears on the graves of Johnny and June
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| There ain’t no country music for old men
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| All of the good ones have died or just packed it in
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| Now there’s posers and losers and would-be outlaws who only know how to pretend
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| But there ain’t no country music for old men
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| There ain’t no country music for old men |