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(Listen) There's something wrong, they don't want the pop shit Of course they don't, they want fiddle and a chicken pig guitar None of that country star Singin' back forty when all they got is a backyard PBR stars goin' straight to my head When I'm blowin' out smoke from a stacked longbed Thinkin' 'bout Merle and the words that he said Bet his fightin' side would be out again 'Cause schools quit prayin', flights quit flyin' They keep pill makin' and we keep buyin' And they bust up bags and keep makin' cash And if you ask me, I'd put a boot right in the ass One-way ticket on a one-way ride And the house keeps winnin', got the odds stacked high We're goin' all in, ain't puttin' down a fight Might takе a miracle, but we'll make it out alivе (Yup) Damn Hollywood talkin' like they know shit Ain't y'all the ones that gave us Nickelodeon and Diddy? Man, I think that's kinda shitty Or maybe it's just Nashville where we don't touch kiddies Well, lookin' at it, guess it's kinda scary Gettin' big wig corner offices weary of a Letras de cancionesBunch of hicks with the lift kits and the dip spit Oh shit, go and cancel that real quick Cancel it all, but you gon' see There's a couple other folks who think like me Still believe country music needs a real six-string And that George Strait is the only king Well, I'm gettin' mad and I wanna scream Everybody wants to blame rednecks like me Find a way to make it our fault, you see When our kids are messed up from the phone screens Well, tell me how the hell this works The world's a shit show everywhere you turn And we just keep turnin' to some crooks in D.C. That don't give a damn 'bout you and me (Bitch) One-way ticket on a one-way ride And the house keeps winnin', got the odds stacked high We're goin' all in, ain't puttin' down a fight Might take a miracle, but we'll make it out alive (Yup) (You listenin' yet?) I'll be damned if I trust them media folk That'll say anything just to sway a vote And never felt real dirt like I got beneath me Lord save us from a hell of eternity You wonder why your kids have grown up soft? It's 'cause you toss 'em iPads instead of bats and balls and Givin' out participation trophies When the real world hits, they don't know a damn thing But out here you come, the sun rise And work, it ain't done 'til it's done right Sundays 'round now, we pack the pews tight Raise 'em up, country 'til we die So quit hatin' on the Bible Belt Yeah, end of the day, it's all Heaven or Hell And what matters is the heart beatin' in your chest I hope the world wakes up 'fore there's nothin' left One-way ticket on a one-way ride And the house keeps winnin', got the odds stacked high (Your time's up) We're goin' all in, ain't puttin' down a fight Might take a miracle, but we'll make it out alive (Yup) But we'll make it out alive (Yup) You had your chance (Yup) From Letras Mania