Letras
Well call me old-fashioned or just out of style
But is there somethin' missin' on that radio dial?
Doesn't anyone get lonesome? Man, what a shame
It's just too country for country these days
I wanna hear songs about prison and midnight trains
A workin' man's livin' and hearts that break
Cheatin', leavin', barely breathin', tryna drink away the pain
It's just too country for country these days
Yeah, someone who's lived it, won't you sing me a song?
And let that old steel guitar cry along
I'm real and I'm honest, I'm set in my ways
Just too country for country these days
I wanna hear songs about prison and midnight trains
A workin' man's livin' and hearts that break
Cheatin', leavin', barely breathin', tryna drink away the pain
That's too country for country these days
Cheatin', leavin', barely breathin', tryna drink away the pain
That's just too country for country these days
Oh, it's just too country for country these days