Pledge Allegiance To the Hag

We played this next song, all the way back to the very first gig we ever played And even before anybody knew what song it was It was very simple, they put their beers up in the air So this song, this song, you gotta call it Put it up in the air when your heart gets it Now There's a little dive on a dead-end road Called the Cross-Eyed Cricket Waterin' Hole Where you can always find a slide guitar An' get loud, an' rowdy on PBR But at the top of every hour Man, you can hear a pin drop As ol' Jack drops a quarter An' plays Merle on that jukebox, an' we stop An' tip our hats, an' raise our glasses of cold, cold beer They say, country's fadin', but we're still wavin' that flag 'round here When it's time to go, you know you're welcome back Where the people pledge allegiance to the Hag When the weekend comes an' the weather's clear There's a high spot 15 miles from here Where you can always find some American made trucks With the windows down an' the radio up We sit there poppin' tops Shootin' bull an' singin' songs But you can bet your boots That when Haggard comes on We tip our hats an' raise our glasses of cold, cold beer They say, country's fadin', but we're still wavin' that flag 'round here When it's time to go, you know you're welcome back Shout a new pledge of allegiance to the Hag And one of these days when you lay me down And you bury my bones on a cold-hard ground Well, just be sure you dig my grave Well, then here's a shot of an old freight train Don't cry for me when I'm gone Just put a quarter in the jukebox an' sing me back home An' tip our hats, an' raise your glasses of cold, cold beer They say, country's fadin' but just keep wavin' that flag 'round here When it's time to go, you know you're welcome back Where people pledge allegiance, where folks still pledge allegiance Where I pledge allegiance to moral Haggard