It Damn Sure Ain'T Merle

This one goes out to all you squirrels
One, two, a-one, two

There's been an awful murder down on Music Row
I still love old Country and some good Rock and Roll
Them Record Execs, they done lost their damn mind
They think we're all to old, deaf, dumb and blind

Now there hippin' and hoppin'
Got no steel guitar
The songs that they're singin'
They don't come from the heart
They ran off the possum
Now it's gone to the squirrels
They call that shit Country, but it, damn, sure ain't Merle

It's like Brokeback Mountain in Nashville these days
The Cowgirls are still pretty, but now most the Cowboys are Gay
I sure miss ol' Waylon and I miss John Wayne
Back when Country had balls and pride in its name

Now there snappin' and clappin'
Got no steel guitar
The songs that they're singin'
They don't come from the heart
They ran off the possum
Now it's gone to the squirrels
They call that shit Country, but it, damn, sure ain't Merle

Show 'em how to play Country Music, boys

Now there hippin' and hoppin'
Got no steel guitar
The songs that they're singin'
They don't come from the heart
They ran off the possum
Now it's gone to the squirrels
They call that shit Country, but it, damn, sure ain't Merle

They ran off Jamey Johnson
They kept all the squirrels
You can't call that shit Country
It, damn, sure, it, damn, sure ain't Merle