Waitin On Hank -

What the hell’s really going on these days

Who called for the no balls radio craze

I don’t turn the damn thing on much anymore

JC was the last of the old boys left

And the attitude died

When we laid him down to rest

Now I’m standing in the eye

Of a hurricane outlaw storm

So let’s part the seas

For the baddest sob

And all the half-ass

Piece of crap wanna-be's

Better believe

We’ve been waitin on Hank

To save our souls

To kick a little dirt

On the country road

That’s been paved

By the way they’ve been

Spiting on the old boys graves

Waitin' on Hank to come on back

And lay a little senior boot to ass

And let the A&R man know

He’s taken this way to far

You pee with the puppies

When you crap

In the big dogs yard

The honky tonk boy band

Boat will sink

By the horror of a storm

From a pissed off Hank

And you know that he’s gonna be

Bringing that hammer down

Gonna roll smoke

Teach em how to drink

'Cause the meek inherit nothing

Not a goddamn thing

And you know that the old boys

Are runnin' them outta town

Putting on a shine as we corrode

I’m losing my faith

In the country soul

So who’ll take the blame

For the suicide of Music Row???