Pocketful of 90's Country

Country ain't what country was, but it comes back around There's a five-piece band from Dixieland that's a coming to your town There's a lot of folks like me that gave up on the radio They been wearing out the CDs of the solid country gold I get the juke joint jumpin' I get to carrying on Got a pocketful of nothing but some 90's country songs Give ya Tracy Lawrence, Tracy Byrd, and Travis Tritt a try It's a John Michael Montgomery or a Chestnut kind of night Gonna play 'em 'til I can't no more until the lights come on Got a pocketful of nothing but some 90's country songs All night long Them boys from Alabama got a bounty on their head They ain't ever gonna make it's what the record business said Six-string guitar Burn down the barn 'til the cops kick in the door 'Cause a dying breed ain't a dying thing until it ain't no more 'Til it ain't no more Give ya Brooks & Dunn, and Diffie, and the King George for a try It's a Alan Jackson, Clint Black, and a Kershaw kinda night Gonna play 'em 'til I can't no more until the lights come on Got a pocketful of nothing but some 90's country songs Sittin' by a big oak Hmm Well, you can't teach an old dog new tricks And you're gonna pick up what you're putting down If it was up to me I'd go to 16th Ave Burn the whole thing to the ground I'm the son of the South put some South in your mouth On the mouth of a generation With a rebel yell keep giving 'em hell, country music is salvation I get the juke joint jumpin' I get it going crazy I'd be remiss if I didn't mention some of them country ladies Give ya Dixie Chicks, and Deana, and Shania Twain a try Or some Reba McEntire, or some Martina McBride Gonna play 'em 'til I can't no more until the lights come on Got a pocketful of nothing but some 90's country songs All night long All night long Yeah, all night long All night long