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 prison's 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

Looking 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