[Verse 1]
When I was a young boy country music seemed fine
It was three chords and a truth, and now it's just a lie
Sigin' with a fake drawl don't make you an outlaw
Gotta live it to know what it's like
Can somebody tell me where we went wrong?
I get the Folsom Prison Blues when the radio comes on
Wish there was a station there was a station that just played Hank and Waylon
But I guess those days are gone
[Chorus 1]
They just don't make 'em like they used to
Went from Hagard to boy bands on YouTube
Everybody's gone pop, man I sure wish they'd stop
No they sure don't make 'em like they used to
[Verse 2]
Drivin' down a dirt road ain't nothin' new
And I don't think that skinny jeans were ever made for dudes
Bring back the fiddle, take the rap out the middle
Who's gonna fill their shoes>
[Chorus 2]
No they just don't make 'em like they used to
With George Jones gone I ain't got no one to look up to
Everybody's gone pop, man I sure wish they'ed stop
No, they sure don't make 'em like they used to
[Chorus 1]
They just don't make 'em like they used to
Went from Hagard to boy bands on YouTube
Everybody's gone pop, man I sure wish they'd stop
No, they sure don't make 'em like they used to
What the hell has my country turned into?