Willie & Waylon Haggard & Jones & Johnny Cash

Everybody's talking 'bout Willie and Waylon Haggard and Jones and Johnny Cash Everybody's walking around this town Saying, "Country music's where it's at" Everybody's wearing a cool t-shirt Got an outlaw beard and snakeskin boots And everybody's strumming on a old six string Chasing whiskey dreams, ain't nothing new But everybody sounds like Bruno Mars In these Nashville bars and it makes me mad 'Cause everybody's talkin 'bout Willie and Waylon And Haggard and Jones and Johnny Cash Well, I was in the mood for a little Merle So I requested "Rainbow Stew" And seriously that singer said, "The kitchen's closed at two" Then I spit my dip, and tipped his jar and told him all about my pain Said, it sure be nice if you boys kick off a "Little Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain" He said they didn't know it, but they sure would learn it Before the next time when I came back Yeah, everybody's talkin' 'bout Willie and Waylon And Haggard and Jones and Johnny Cash Everybody's talkin' 'bout Willie and Waylon Haggard and Jones and Johnny Cash Everybody's walkin' around this town And sayin', "Country music's where it's at" Everybody's wearin' cool t-shirt Got an outlaw beard and snakeskin boots Everybody's strummin' an old six string Chasin' whiskey dreams, it ain't nothin' new But everybody's sounds like Bruno Mars In these Nashville bars, and it makes me mad 'Cause everybody's talkin' 'bout Willie and Waylon And Haggard and Jones and Johnny Cash Well, I hung my head, a broken man And I walked back to my truck I turned on my AM radio, hoping that I might hear some Buck But every song was looped with drum machines and sounded like that pop My girlfriend likes listen to and, hell, I just turned it off I don't understand what's happening It's like Nashville lost its Nash 'Cause everybody's talkin' 'bout Willie and Waylon And Haggard and Jones and Johnny Cash Everybody's talkin' 'bout Willie and Waylon Haggard and Jones and Johnny Cash Everybody's walkin' around this town And sayin', "Country music's where it's at" Everybody's wearin' cool t-shirt Got an outlaw beard and snakeskin boots Everybody's strummin' an old six string Chasin' whiskey dreams, it ain't nothin' new But everybody sounds like Bruno Mars In these Nashville bars, and it makes me mad 'Cause everybody's talkin' 'bout Willie and Waylon And Haggard and Jones and Johnny Cash It makes me mad It makes me mad 'Cause everybody's talkin' 'bout Willie and Waylon And Haggard and Jones and Mel Tillis Buck Owens and Patsy Cline and Dolly Parton Marty Robbins, Hank Williams, Junior and Senior Man, but everybody sounds like Bruno Mars in these Nashville bars And it makes me mad Yeah, it makes me mad Come on, everybody Sing it with me Everybody's talkin' 'bout Willie and Waylon Haggard and Jones and Johnny Cash Everybody's talkin' 'bout Willie and Waylon Haggard and Jones and Johnny Cash Everybody's talkin' 'bout Willie and Waylon, yeah Haggard and Jones and Johnny Cash, goodnight