(Chorus)
Lord don't you wanna hear a little
Sawin' on a fiddle and the crying of a steel guitar
Coming from the heart and soul
Born and bred in the ole Lone Star
Get those honky tonkin' blues
Let me be your saving grace
If you want to hear some country
Then you've come to the right place

If you miss Waylon
We're gonna make you smile
Like Willie and George Jones
You better stick around a while
You like Merle, Buck and Johnny
Well we might just get along
But if you don't, go slap your momma
Cause your momma raised you wrong

Chorus

I like gravy on my biscuit, I like my chicken fried
I drink my coffee black, I sure like my Charlie Pride
Well I still solute ole Glory and I give glory to the Lord
I tip my hat to ole E.T. and his Texas Troubadours

Chorus

* E.T. (Ernest Tubb)

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