| I been sinkin’like a rock in this high society
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| 'Cause all that means so much to them, don’t mean shit to me If I were in to money, fame and power, I’d be sold
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| But I know I tried, and I just can’t find that solid country gold
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| Now I was born in Nashville but I left there long ago
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| 'Cause they built Music City by sacrificing soul
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| L.A. ain’t much different, 'cept they got them fancy clothes
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| And there’s nary a sight nor a leaving light of solid country gold
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| They say country music ain’t quite all it used to be But they can’t see the country for all the goddamned trees
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| If you give to me a guitar and my woman on the road
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| I’ll give to you my family, my solid country gold
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| Now baby, I been thinkin''bout where you and I should go You sell you apartment, and I’ll shake off my load
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| We’ll take it down to Texas where we’ll kiss that yellow rose
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| And find ourselves some lovin’in solid country gold
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| 'Cause they say country music ain’t quite all it used to be But they can’t see the country for all the goddamned trees
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| If you give to me a guitar and my woman on the road
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| I’ll give to you my family, my solid country gold
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| 'Cause they say country music ain’t quite all it used to be But they can’t see the country for all the goddamned trees
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| If you give to me a guitar and my woman on the road
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| I’ll give to you my family, my solid country gold
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| Yes, I’ll give to you my family, my sold country gold |