Turned on the radio,
To sounds I no longer knew,
Childhood memories gone bad,
Sold as brand new
Blinded by money,
Blinded by fame,
You sold your soul,
While they changed the name
Stories,
Told as songs,
Meant to live on,
After our last bed
The audience,
Will have gone deaf,
As they wish our stories,
Would stay dead
Don't say the sound is gone,
Or that Country is dead,
While you're pretending to be the real deal,
We're playing at the bar around the bend
Don't say you miss Waylon,
Or that Patsy was the queen,
If they were kids today,
You wouldn't buy their CD's
Don't say the sound is gone,
Or that Country is dead,
While you're pretending to be the real deal,
We're playing at the bar around the bend