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
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