The Right Place
Lord don't you wanna hear a little
Sawin' on a fiddle and the crying of a steel guitar
Coming from the heart and soul
Born and bred in the ol' Lone Star
Get those honky tonkin' blues
Let me be your saving grace
If you want to hear some country
Then you've come to the right place
If you miss Waylon
We're gonna make you smile
Like Willie and George Jones
You better stick around a while
If you like Merle, Buck and Johnny
We might just get along
But if you don't, go slap your momma
'Cause your momma raised you wrong
Lord don't you wanna hear a little
Sawin' on a fiddle and the crying of a steel guitar
Coming from the heart and soul
Born and bred in the ol' Lone Star
Get those honky tonkin' blues
Let me be your saving grace
If you want to hear some country
Then you've come to the right place
I like gravy on my biscuits, I like my chicken fried
I drink my coffee black, I sure like my Charlie Pride
Well I still solute ol' Glory and I give glory to the lord
I tip my hat to ol' E.T. and his Texas Troubadours
Lord don't you wanna hear a little
Sawin' on a fiddle and the crying of a steel guitar
Coming from the heart and soul
Born and bred in the ol' Lone Star
Get those honky tonkin' blues
Let me be your saving grace
And if you want to hear some country
Then you've come to the right place
Lord don't you wanna hear a little
Sawin' on a fiddle and the crying of a steel guitar
Sawin' on a fiddle and the crying of a steel guitar
Coming from the heart and soul
Born and bred in the ol' Lone Star
Get those honky tonkin' blues
Let me be your saving grace
If you want to hear some country
Then you've come to the right place
If you miss Waylon
We're gonna make you smile
Like Willie and George Jones
You better stick around a while
If you like Merle, Buck and Johnny
We might just get along
But if you don't, go slap your momma
'Cause your momma raised you wrong
Lord don't you wanna hear a little
Sawin' on a fiddle and the crying of a steel guitar
Coming from the heart and soul
Born and bred in the ol' Lone Star
Get those honky tonkin' blues
Let me be your saving grace
If you want to hear some country
Then you've come to the right place
I like gravy on my biscuits, I like my chicken fried
I drink my coffee black, I sure like my Charlie Pride
Well I still solute ol' Glory and I give glory to the lord
I tip my hat to ol' E.T. and his Texas Troubadours
Lord don't you wanna hear a little
Sawin' on a fiddle and the crying of a steel guitar
Coming from the heart and soul
Born and bred in the ol' Lone Star
Get those honky tonkin' blues
Let me be your saving grace
And if you want to hear some country
Then you've come to the right place
Lord don't you wanna hear a little
Sawin' on a fiddle and the crying of a steel guitar
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Writer(s): James Watson, Neal Lowry
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