Country Music Will Never Die

It echoed through the mountains of Carolina

Ragged and real as an old coal miner

Played by the hands of the weary and hard-workin' souls

Foot stompin' on the front porch, keepin' time

Whole family singing, no spotlight

It was all that they had, way back before the radio

As long as there's a back road

A church in a small town

Black powder in a rifle

And red dirt on the ground

A hound dog still a-howling

And that eagle still flies

The good Lord willing, and the creek don't rise

Country music will never die

It's the sound of home, it's a way of life

It's your mama's prayers and your daddy's advice

The stories and dreams and the songs about things that you know

It's a tin roof rain, it's a cornfield dance

It's that 'follow that whistle till you find the tracks'

The friends and the memories you made, wouldn't trade 'em for gold

As long as there's a back road

A church in a small town

Black powder in a rifle

And red dirt on the ground

A hound dog still a-howling

And that eagle still flies

The good Lord willing, and the creek don't rise

Country music will never die

As long as there's a back road

A church in a small town

Black powder in a rifle

And red dirt on the ground

A hound dog still a-howling

And that eagle still flies

Oh, the good Lord willing, and the creek don't rise

Country music will never die

Woah

Woah

Woah

Country music will never die

Woah

Woah

Woah-oh-oh

Woah