Bro Country

Bro country Damn what a run You did what the whole world thought couldn't be done You flew like an eagle, but, hey, don't the sun Burn if you're up there too long? Bro country You damn sure could paint A Friday night picture full of bombshells and drinks You turned left of center into people like Hank Haggard, and Cash, and Jones But don't good dogs always come home? No disrespect Yeah, don't get me wrong I've been that drunk redneck singing your songs But whiskey and bandits, outlaws with long hair Yeah, we're back with a vengeance, with a fist in the air It's so bittersweet Shutting that Fireball, cut offs Jacked up truck door But bro country don't sound like you anymore Bro country Does it bring you to tears To scoot over a lane For big boys with beards? And steel guitars, and smokey bars And shot gunning beers It's a scene we ain't seen in some years But it's here Yeah, no disrespect Yeah, don't get me wrong I've been that drunk redneck singing your songs But whiskey and bandits, outlaws with long hair Yeah, they're back with a vengeance, with a fist in the air It's so bittersweet Shutting that Fireball, cut offs Jacked up truck door But bro country don't sound like you anymore I'm sure there's a shot You'll always have a spot On the billboard country top ten But, man, take a look Them heartbreaks and hooks Are making their way back in No disrespect Yeah, don't get me wrong I've been that drunk redneck singing your songs But whiskey and bandits, outlaws with long hair Yeah, we're back with a vengeance, with a fist in the air It's so bittersweet Shutting that Fireball, cut offs Jacked up truck door But bro country don't sound like you anymore Yeah, bro country don't sound like you Anymore