It Damn Sure Ain't Merle

This one goes out to all you squirrels One, two, a-one, two There's been an awful murder down on Music Road I still love ol' country, some good rock and roll Them record execs, they done lost their damn mind They think we're all too old, deaf, dumb and blind Now they're hippin' and 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 of the cowboys are gay I sure miss old Waylon, and I miss John Wayne Back when country had balls and pride in its name Now they're snappin' and clappin', 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 Show 'em how to play country music, boys Now they're hippin' and 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 They ran off Jamie Johnson, they kept all the squirrels You can't call that shit country, it damn sure, it damn sure ain't Merle