Well I started on the whiskey

pretty early this morning

That’s alright, I was up all night

But I passed out before the sun came up

I really wanted to see one of those

I know that’s no way for a man to behave

With a mortgage due

and a baby on the way

But somehow I made it to where I’m at

It’s been a living as a matter of fact

I get a bad attitude from

being tired and running ‘round

I never ask for anyone to

say they like my sound

I’ve never been a part

of any musical scene

I ain’t just talking Nashville,

if you know what I mean

They don’t write about

me in their magazines

And I don’t ask for no reviews

on the songs that I sing

I never had a lot of friends

and I’m alright by that

But people keep on coming back

Raising hell with the

hippies and the cowboys

They don’t care about no trends

They don’t care about songs that sell

Yeah, tomorrow I’ll be gone

So tonight everybody just sing along

Raising hell with the

hippies and the cowboys

I’ve been standing on the

outside for all of my life

But I like the view, I’m not gonna lie

Yeah, the yuppies and the

hipsters and the wannabe scenes

That ain’t down home to me

I like two dollar beers,

I like three dollar wells

At some old honky tonk bar

that I know by the smell

Some old drunk on a bar stool

on a Merle Haggard tune

That’s my kind of room

Raising hell with the

hippies and the cowboys

They don’t care about no trends

They don’t care about songs that sell

Yeah, tomorrow I’ll be gone

So tonight everybody just sing along

Raising hell with the

hippies and the cowboys

Raising hell with the

hippies and the cowboys

They don’t care about no trends

They don’t care about songs that sell

Yeah, tomorrow I’ll be gone

So tonight everybody just sing along

Raising hell with the

hippies and the cowboys