This one goes out to all you squirrels

One, two, a-one, two

There′s been an awful murder down on Music Road

I still love ol' country, some good rock and roll

Them record execs, they done lost their damn mind

They think we′re all too old, deaf, dumb and blind

Now they're 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 s**t 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 of the cowboys are gay

I sure miss old Waylon, and I miss John Wayne

Back when country had balls and pride in its name

Now they′re 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 s**t country, but it damn sure ain't Merle

Show ′em how to play country music, boys

Now they're 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 s**t country, but it damn sure ain′t Merle

They ran off Jamie Johnson, they kept all the squirrels

You can't call that s**t country, it damn sure, it damn sure ain′t Merle