They told him to just fade away

His time had past

And all his kind would die

But he remembers when Hank played the

Opry high as a kite

While Patsy Cline was out walking

After midnight

Well, he saw the torch being passed

From Lefty to Merle

Now there's so called successors but

it's hard to find a hero in this world

There ain't no country music for old men

All of the good ones have died

Or just packed it in

Now there's posers and losers

And would be outlaws who

Only know how to pretend

But there ain't no country music

For old men

He was sitting on a bar stool

The first time he heard Jolene

A song by the prettiest angel

He'd ever seen

Back when Nashville was swingin'

And making them deals

While old Buck was out strolling

The streets of Bakersfield

There ain't no country music for old men

All of the good ones have died

Or just packed it in

Now there's posers and losers

And would be outlaws who

Only know how to pretend

But there ain't no country music

For old men

Loretta and Conway,

Jones and Tammy Wynette

Songs about prisons

And passion and whiskey

That's as good as it's

Ever gonna get, yeah

They call him nostalgic with

a permanent case of the blues

He just walks around wondering

who's gonna fill their shoes

Lookin back on the great ones we've lost

He says why so soon?

He shed an ocean of tears

on the graves of Johnny and June

There ain't no country music for old men

All of the good ones have died

Or just packed it in

Now there's posers and losers

And would be outlaws who

Only know how to pretend

But there ain't no country music

For old men

There ain't no country music for old men