Alive

Listen
Is something wrong? They don't want the pop shit, of course they don't
They want fiddle and a chicken pick guitar
None of that country stars singing back forty when all they got is a backyard
Ppr starts going straight to my head when I'm blowing out smoke from a stack long bed
Think about Merle and the words that he said, bet it's fightin' side to be out again

'Cause schools quit praying, flags quit flying
They keep pill making and we keep buying
And they bust our backs and keep making cash
And if you'd ask me I'd put a boot right in the ass

One way ticket on a one way ride
And the house keeps winning, got the odds stacked high
We're going all in, ain't running out of fight
Might take a miracle, but we'll make it out alive (yup)

Damn Hollywood, talkin' like they know shit
Ain't y'all the ones that gave us Nickelodeon and Diddy?
Man, I think that's kinda shitty
Or maybe it's just Nashville where we don't touch kitties, well
Lookin' at it, guess it's kinda scary
Gettin' big wig corner officers wary of a
Bunch of hicks with the lift kits and the dip spit
Oh shit, go and cancel that real quick

Cancel it all but you gon' see there's a couple other folks who think like me
Still believe country music needs a real six string
And that George Strait is the only king
Well, I'm getting mad and I wanna scream
Everybody wants to blame rednecks like me
Find a way to make it our fault, you see
When our kids are messed up from the phone screens

Well, tell me how the hell this works
The world's a shit show everywhere you turn
And we just keep turning to some crooks in DC
That don't give a damn'bout you and me, bitch

One way ticket on a one way ride
And the house keeps winning, got the odds stacked high
We're going all in, ain't running out of fight
Might take a miracle, but we'll make it out alive (yup)

(You listening' yet?)

I'll be damned if I trust them media folk
That'll say anything just to sway a vote
I never felt real dirt like I got beneath me
Lord save us from a hell of eternity
You wonder why your kids have grown up soft
It's 'cause you're tossing iPads instead of bats and balls
And giving out participation trophies
When the real world hits they don't know a damn thing

But out here you come to sunrise
The work it ain't done 'til it's sunrise
Sundays 'round 9 we pack the Pew's tight
Raise 'em up country 'til we die
So quit hating on the Bible Belt
Yeah, end of the day it's all Heaven and Hell
And what matters is the heart beating in your chest
I hope the world wakes up 'fore there's nothing left

One way ticket on a one way ride
And the house keeps winning, got the odds stacked high the times up)
We're going all in, ain't running out of fight
Might take a miracle, but we'll make it out alive (yup)
Can we make it out alive? (Yup)
You had your chance (yup)