Country Music

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Country music has become
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Pretty boys in Stetson hats
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Pressed white shirts and cowboy boots
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And shows in Central Park

Well all I have is my guitar
A couple tunes I wrote myself
This lousy voice I'm singing with
And friends around me now

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   Country music, what happened to you
   Your songs have taken on a whole new hue
   You synthesized, electrified your sound
   Where can them good old boys be found?

What happened to the honkytonks
What happened to the highwaymen
And what about the hungry guy
Who played for his next meal

When it comes to talent
I wish they'd write their songs
I wish they'd sing their tunes
Instead of thoughts of corporate men

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They say image is everything
I guess that's true if you're playing songs
They need their pawns to help them feed
Off a molded society

I miss the wails from a sad guitar
I miss the sound of the singer's voice
I miss the heart in the old heartland
That beat in younger days

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Country music has become
Pretty boys in Stetson hats
Pressed white shirts and cowboy boots
And shows in Central Park