Damn Country Music

(álbum: Ain't My Last Rodeo - 2023)

I packed it all on a whim
Threw an old Hank cassette tape in dad's '84 rusty Ford
Swore we'd never make it
I quit my job, let my momma down
Broke an angel's heart on the way out of town
I pulled my roots from the ground for

The hum of wheels on the blacktop
The strum of strings on the flattop
It's a neon fever for a small-town dreamer
Tells you everything you have is worth losing
Damn country music
Damn country music

You might get lost in the lights
The things that keep you up all night
Like whiskey straight, at 3 AM chasing songs in your head
It's the highest highs, the lowest lows
It's needing "yes" but hearing "no"
Just another sold soul, believe me, I know it's

The hum of wheels on the blacktop
The strum of strings on the flattop
It's a neon fever for a small-town dreamer
Tells you everything you have is worth losing
Damn country music
Damn country music

And when the money, and the fame
And the lights on your name they'll all fade away
You'll still be a slave to

The hum of wheels on the blacktop
The strum of strings on the flattop
It's a neon fever for a small-town dreamer
Tells you everything you have is worth losing
Damn country music
Damn country music

Damn you, country music