Country

cedar, rough cut trim by hand, and splinters in your game, courtin’ ain't what it used to be but we all know the dream, you’re walking tall with your flintlock jaw and spitting’ out your flame, blaming everybody else for the country on your face, you can tell us all you do is try, emphasize your accent, put a little twinkle in your eye, but you’re not proud and you don’t see what’s great, I think you ought to, if you want country on your plate, fadin’ fast smoking, tearing all the pieces down, scratching at the paint, quilt patchwork, treetop to ground, and you can’t keep anything that’s nice if you don’t hold it close at night, show it love, love, tenderly, you can tell us all you do is try, emphasize your accent, put a little twinkle in your eyes, you’re not proud and you don’t see what’s great, I think you ought to, if you want country on your plate, big coal boom bust ringing in your ears and late at night, ya lie awake thinking of what you thought you were doing right, now the mountain streams are bleeding, your Kentucky home’s been raided, tall white oaks were gone before you knew you’d miss them too, you can tell us all you do is try, emphasize your accent, put a little twinkle in your eye, but you’re not proud and you don’t fight at all, I think you ought to, if you want country past your wall, you can kiss goodbye Catalpa, earth and mealworms too, regulations point to us needing them no more, you can beg God for forgiveness, you can weep on every pew, still there’d be some greed livin’ deep inside of you, you can tell us all you do is try, emphasize your accent, put a little twinkle in your eye, you’re not proud and you don’t see what’s great, I think you ought to if you want country on your plate, I think you ought to